Trent makes the statement to the press and he looks ridiculously handsome doing it. We work tirelessly with the psychologists, writing up a profile for the killer. Knowing that I'm his obsession makes it a little easier.
My dad checks in on us frequently. I tell myself it's because it's a high-profile case but in reality, I know it's because he's worried about me. He tries to invite me home for dinner, but I refuse. My sister is home from Uni and the last thing I want to do is worry her and my mum.
A week passes without a new victim and every day I'm convinced that we'll get a call, but the call doesn't come. After work we go to the supermarket to pick something up for dinner. As we're walking round, I turn to Walker.
"I'm going to go pick up a bottle of wine, you get the steaks. I'll meet you at the till?"