120 Welcome Home (2/2)

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”Did you find anything?” Sebastian asked. He was going through his pile of profiles and looked like he had a splitting headache.

”Nothing,” I said softly. ”I looked through all the contact information and even checked for their social media profiles with the information I got, none of them seem to fit the bill.” I scrubbed my face.

”I love how this psychotic bastard is ruining our night.” Sebastian groaned. ”I already ordered food, so it should come in a short while. How are you finding the social media accounts, though?” he asked, peering at my laptop.

I turned the screen towards him. ”This is Grace's social media account. She posts photographs of her 'parties' and food. She often tags the men in the posts because most of her clients are return customers.”

Sebastian looked at everything critically.

”I am very sure that this guy wouldn't let Grace take pictures of him but go ahead and look through the comments as well to see anyone who recurs in commenting.” He thought about it for a moment. ”The man should be charismatic and look rather warm and naturally disposed to help people but he blends in really well.”

”An unassuming face, you mean?” I asked. Sebastian nodded.

”He might not very handsome, but he has an inherent charm that is only felt when he converses with you.” I closed my eye. My head was starting to hurt as well.

”I have a feeling that we will not find him,” I admitted.

Sebastian nodded. ”I think I underestimated this guy a little. He let out the secret of his presence so easily that I thought he was slightly easier to catch, but it is indeed a declaration.”

”He is signaling that the game is beginning.” I didn't want to know what game it was going to be. ”I'll look through everything once again.” I had to find him.

In the past month and a half, Sebastian had solved more cold cases than was expected. Multiple murders, trafficking rings, and whatnot.

”If this man is keeping a close watch on us,” I began. ”And he knows criminal procedure or has researched on it, what should be our approach to find him?” We couldn't sit around and wait for him to finally kill someone, right?

”I can't tell you to be careful of everyone you are around. I don't want you to fall back into that dark hole. The apartment is a safe space because the security wouldn't allow anyone inside without explicit word from either of us.” I nodded.

”What about the station?” I asked. ”Do you think it is someone from there?” Sebastian shook his head.

”It is not someone who actively takes part in cases. He likes to watch from a distance and leads a life of leisure. I can imagine that he doesn't hold a corporate job that demands he work fixed hours and he probably makes a good amount of money from what he does.”

”You're painting the picture of a typical psychopath,” I groaned. ”They are roaming around in the room in the hundreds.”

Sebastian snorted. His warm hand patted my head as he calmed me down. ”We have time. Don't fret.”