H3XAGON KILL3R

Sitting down Charlie began to bury himself within the case files. The more he read, however, the more the chilling pattern appeared. The killer didn't seem to care who his or her victim was, he treated them all the same. The reports revealed five stab wounds to each victim, all hitting major organs and arteries. Then the body was posed so that the arms and legs seemed to be like hour and minute hands pointing to five o'clock. As he looked at the reports a question suddenly popped in his mind.

" Don," he muttered thinking he could get his brother's attention.

Don, however, seemed to ignore him as he ruffled through a file cabinet.

" DON,"Charlie said a little louder catching his attention.

" What is it, Charlie?" Don replied looking back at his brother.

"Does...Did the Hexagonal Killer use five in every aspect of his m.o.?" Charlie asked sincerely.

A look of confusion crossed Don's face as he said, "No."

Charlie nodded. Turning towards the table he said, " We may have a different killer."

Don looked over at his brother and exclaimed, " WHAT are you talking about!"

Charlie sighed shaking his head.

" Come over here," he replied taking out a pencil.

Don cautiously aproached the table as Charlie spread out the case files. He watched as Charlie grabbed a pencil from his pocket and began to circle numbers throughout the case files.

" What is all this?" Don asked getting lost.

" I'm showing you the pattern," Charlie replied, " Now look. There have been five victims. According to your case file they had disappeared for five weeks, only to be found again somewhere within a five mile radius."

" Just like the Hexagonal Killer. I know, Charlie, what are you getting at?"

" Just a second," Charlie replied looking over another page, " Okay, the files report the corpses were found posed as though pointing to five o'clock. Each had five stab wounds. Are you seeing the pattern?"

" Yeah," replied Don revelation appearing in his eyes, "Damn, this isn't a copycat."

" That's what I was telling you. So...,"

Charlie looked over his shoulder suddenly realizing his brother had run off. He caught Don running, fast, towards the elevator. Getting up to follow, indecision seized him. He wanted to know where his brother was going, but he also wanted to explore this pattern again. Quickly he gathered up the sheets of paper, stuffing them in the folder and took off. Without realizing it though a single piece slipped, gliding silently to the floor.

It took Charlie a few minutes to find Don hustling into his car.

" Don, wait up!" Charlie yelled getting the older man's attention.

Don waited as Charlie jumped into the front seat and buckled up. Jamming the car into gear he tore out of the parking space.

" Don, what's going on?" breathed Charlie, worried at his brother's reaction.

" I want another talk with Sam Obsten," came the reply, " There are a few questions I have for him."

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