CHAPTER SIXTEEN
That night at the motel, Alexa tossed and turned. The events of the previous few days swirled around in her mind, especially the horrible scenes in the video Ricardo had taken of his victim.
She could feel it happening again. She could feel herself slipping into the awful mindset of the animals she hunted. It was what made her career in the FBI, and it was what broke her as a person.
Her time at the FBI had been short, only two and a half years, and yet in that time she had run down several serial killers. Alexa had shown a talent for anticipating their next moves.
The only way she had been able to do that was to think like them. She had to put herself in their mindset, like what they liked, hate what they hated. It was like a dirty form of method acting.
It yielded re
