Chris felt angered, knowing he was so close to catching Roadkill, only to have him slip so easily.

He couldn't sleep all night remembering those blue eyes... Eyes full of mischief and mystery.... The playful smirks on those.... those damned.... soft.... lips....

SMACK!

Chris swung his hand up and slapped his own cheek hard.

"Snap out of it, Chris! He's a killer!!!" he screamed in his mind.

At least he was able to learn more about Roadkill. Though he could only wish he had seen his face more.

"Agent Cerulli," a voice pulled him from his thoughts as he looked up to see Agent Mabbitt.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Bethany Olson is here. She's waiting for you in ther conference room," He said.

"Ah. Excellent. See that she's attended to, and I'll be right there," He said.

Agent Mabbitt nodded and walked off.

Chris then started to check the time, frowning to see it was the afternoon.

"Angelo's usually here before noon," he said to himself. "I wonder where he could be."

He just sighed and got the file together.

Just as he got up from his desk, Angelo had rushed in.

"Sorry I'm late. My alarm didn't go off," He said.

"Well, I'm about to interview Bethany Olson. You can help yourself to the coffee here. It's fresh, and Agent Moggs bought donuts. They're in the break room," Chris said, soon spotting something on Angelo that had him fighting to hid the smirk growing on his face.

"Okay, thanks," Angelo said as Chris walked out but then stopped.

"By the way, nice hickeys," He smirked. "Gave Devin the same treatment last night?"

Angelo had a donut stuffed in his mouth as his eyes widen in realization and his hand slammed against his neck, having Chris laugh loudly as he left.

*****

"Waking up, near the border into California... I never felt so scared," she said. "I... My life was ruined because of that man," Bethany Olson spoke in a shakey voice.

Chris nodded. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Bethany."

She sighed. "But, what happened? This case was closed when they caught the man and he was sent to prison. Why am I here?"

Chris pursed his lips. "Well, Bethany, I want to inform you that... Your rapist was murdered last week in his cell."

Her eyes widen. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "There have been a series of murders in our town, victims being people like Watkins. Their crimes go to those like rape, abuse, sexual harassment, sometimes bigger cases like trafficking and other murderers, things like that," Chris said, then pulling out Amelia Patlan's picture and showing it to her.

She frowned at it. "Never seen her before. Who is she?"

"Someone like you. Her name was Amy Patlan. She was humiliated by Ian Watkins, too. However, she killed herself, not being able to handle the trauma," Chris said. "She was avenged by the killer."

"Oh my god," she gasped.

"She left behind a younger brother," Chris said, pulling out a picture of Matt.

"He... He kind of looks a bit like my brother," she said.

"Your brother?" I asked.

"Yeah, Ricky. Only this kid has brown eyes, not blue," she said. "Is he the one who killed Ian Watkins?"

"Almost," Chris said, pulling out the sketch of Roadkill.

She scrunched her eyebrows before Chris held up the drawing.

"This sketch was provided by a girl your age, who was raped, but a few minutes later her rapist was slaughtered in front of her," Chris said. "She described blue eyes on the killer."

Bethany examined the drawing closely. "I mean, it kind of looks like Ricky. I just wish his face wasn't covered, maybe I'd recognize him. But Ricky would never kill anyone."

"Why don't you tell me a bit about your childhood? What was growing up like?" Chris asked.

She sighed. "Not the best. Our mom lost her battle to lung cancer when me and Ricky were kids, our dad became an abusive drunk...." She said.

"Any chance we can contact your brother?" Chris asked.

"No, he... I helped him run away after my father almost beat him into paralysis when he was 15. Its a miracle he was able to walk right after that kind of beating," She said, her eyes getting watery.

"You helped him run away?" Chris asked.

"Agent Cerulli, he was my little brother. He could have gotten killed if he stayed in that house. I swore to my mom I would protect him no matter what. I helped him run away, hide at a friend's house, attend school safely," She said. "Gave him some money to help him for a while. Two months after I was attacked. He and his friend found me. A few months after that, he just dropped out of school and disappeared, never found him. I never understood why he ran away like that."

"Probably to avenge you," Chris said, pulling out the Ian Watkins crime scene photos.

She gasped in horror as she saw it, her hand covering her gaping mouth.

"And also avenged others by offing many criminals like Watkins," Chris said, showing pictures from the Pepper crime scene, the Arbour and Roberts autopsy pictures, and other past crime scenes. "We have a rapist, from last week, a few domestic abusers from a few days ago, an dirty cop from Downtown, murdered last month..."

"Stop!" she exclaimed, pushing the gruesome pictures from her sight. "R-Ricky would never do something like this!!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Olson," Chris sighed.

"Just, please, find him and let me talk to him," she begged, tears in her eyes. "He would never do this, even for vengance."

"Does he have a full name?" Chris asked.

Bethany hesitated, then sighed. "Richard.... Richard Allen Olson III," she said, then reached into her purse and pulled out a what appeared to be a picture of who appeared to be Richard, sliding it to me.

"I-It's an old photo, but its the most recent one I have of him," she said.

I nodded and looked at it. "Thank you."

"Please... If you find him, let me talk to him. He couldn't have done this," she said. "Me and him, we've been through a lot.... He's protective, but he would never do something like this."

Chris nodded. "We'll call you if we do," Chris nodded.

She nodded. "Thank you," she said. 

"Agent Mabbitt will escort you outside," he said.

She nodded as Agent Mabbitt walked in, holding the door open for Bethany and leading her out.

Chris sighed as he looked at the photo.

He was probably still in his teens when this was taken. To Chris, he looked a bit like Matt, even seemed as shy and small like him. Only difference were his eyes, and a little bit of a hair difference, too.

He was adorable.

He doubts this could have beenthe same Roadkill he met, who..... Who kissed him.....

"TJ was right.... This case is messing with me," Chris groaned, rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger.

Angelo then came in, hickeys gone.

"Good thing Kylie had make-up," he said. "Now, what did I miss?"

Chris sighed, tossing the picture on the table. "We may have a suspect. I'll need research on this kid, Ang."

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Hope you're all enjoying the story. :)

♡~ sapphire.