Kacey wiped the bloody blade of her knife across her bandanna and admired her work with a sick satisfaction. Despite not having planned on killing Felix, K.C.K. had managed to turn the tragic event into a murder that would throw the authorities for a loop. The dull, lifeless stare of the boy no longer bothered her as she added the signature finishing touch of her initials to his wrist.

"I knew you could make it work," Jeff snickered from beside her.

"Of course I can make it work," Kacey replied monotonously, "but now I've got to figure out how to explain this to the police."

"I'm sure you'll be able to figure that out as well," grinned Jeff. "Shall I make a call?"

Kacey sighed and wiped the blood from her fingers. "I'll do it."

Sirens and flashing lights disoriented Kacey's senses as tears streamed down her blood streaked face. One of the police vehicles came to a sudden halt and her father leapt from the driver's side, raced to her side, and gathered her in his arms. Kacey sobbed into her father's chest. The tears were only partly real.

"What happened?" her father asked her softly, rocking her back and forth.

"K.C.K.," Kacey choked out through her tears, "left a message for you."

Something like a blackened, twisted pride welled in Kacey's chest as her father gazed at her with guilty eyes. Lights whirled around them as he held her until she had no more tears to shed. 

A few hours later, Kacey sat in a dull grey room with a blanket around her shoulders and her father and another officer sitting across the table from her.

"Tell us what happened, from the beginning," Officer Lake, her father's partner, asked gently. The pity in his eyes was enough to make her sick.

"I don't know where to start," Kacey replied hoarsely.

Officer Lake rested a hand on top of hers and gave her a weak smile. "How about you start by telling us what you were doing at that dump?"

Kacey shifted nervously in her seat and drew her hands away from the officer. "It's a little embarrassing."

"You know how this works, Kacey," frowned Officer Lake.

"We...," Kacey began quietly, "We were headed towards the field just past the dump to... you know."

"Sex?!" Kacey's father yelped. Officer Lake elbowed her father to silence him and continued the interrogation.

"What happened then?"

"We decided to take a short cut through the dump but someone, K.C.K. I assume, attacked us. He knocked me out before I could get a good look at him," Kacey whispered and fingered the small butterfly bandages on her forehead.

"Is that all you can remember?"

"When I woke up...," she trailed off and tears welled in her eyes.

"That's enough for now," Kacey's father protested.

"I'm okay, dad," she said, shaking her head. "When I woke up, Felix was dead and I had that note in my hand."

Officer Lake slid a blood stained paper in a plastic bag forward. "This note?"

"Yes, sir," Kacey nodded and read the note she'd written over once more.

Daddy would be disappointed. Send him my best wishes, would you?
Catch me if you can. It's your move now, Officer Madison.

The shiver that sliced down Kacey's spine was one of the many minute effects that made her performances believable.

"That's enough," Officer Madison growled. "My daughter and I would like to go home."

"We can send her home now, but we've got a lot of work to do," Lake frowned. "I know you'd like to be with your daughter right now, but we need you here. We can send her home with another officer, if you'd like."

"No," Kacey objected. "I'll be fine. I'd like to be alone for a while."

"At least call one of your friends over later," her father pleaded. 

"Alright," she nodded. Officer Madison wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her tightly.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into Kacey's ear.

"It's okay, daddy," she whispered back, tightening her arms around her father. "Everything will be okay." 

"Did you have to hit me so hard?" Kacey groaned and lightly touched the long gash on her forehead.

"You said you wanted it to be believable," Jeff shrugged, his grin widening.

"You totally enjoyed it," she sighed and plopped down on the couch beside him.

Jeff glance at her through his peripheral vision and chuckled. "I certainly did."

When Kacey had arrived home, Jeff was waiting for her in her closet. She'd kicked him hard in the groin for forcing her hand and causing her to be involved as a witness to her own crime. He'd put her in a difficult position and made her job only slightly more difficult.

"Would you mind enlightening me on why the hell you did that?" Kacey frowned after a moment.

"Your little play is getting boring already," he snorted. "I thought I'd spice things up a bit."

"This is my life," Kacey snapped. "I'll live it how I please. Do not mess with me for your own pleasure or I'll slit your throat."

"Alright, alright. Point taken."

Kacey narrowed her gaze. "Try your best to stay out of my way."

"Is that any way to talk to someone who has a very incriminating photo of you?" Jeff tsked. "Now that you're personally involved with the K.C.K. cases as the only living victim of her crimes, this image has gained even more credit."

"And if you expose me, I'll drag you down with me," she growled, her voice cold and threatening. "There is no physical way I could have inflicted a wound such as the one on my forehead to myself. I'll reveal you to be a second party and a partner to my crimes. There is no evidence to discredit it and it's your word against mine."

"Bold words," shrugged Jeff. "I'd to see you try."

"Don't play games with me, Jeffery Woods. I'll meet you in hell if I don't get there first."

"Very poetic," he chuckled.

"Mark my words," Kacey hissed. "I will kill you."

"I'll be waiting," Jeff grinned with challenging look in his eyes.