It was a hollow feeling to stand over Kyle and realize that I had no idea who he really was. He was an obsessively cruel psychopath; he had been stalking me for years; he had killed so many times, including friends of mine. ‘You fucking bastard,’ I whispered through my teeth.
The first case we had worked on together was a double kidnapping in Washington. Later, he cleared the way for me to help in the investigation of a kidnapper/killer who called himself Casanova, and who worked in the Research Triangle around the University of North Carolina and Duke. That was when we had first met Kate McTiernan. Kyle kept me close to him after that. He was the one responsible for my getting named as the VICAP liaison between the FBI and the Washington Police Department. I didn’t know why at the time. Now I did.
He was conscious now. A mocking, falsely sympathetic look crossed his face. His eyes leveled on me as he spoke. ‘I know, I know how it hurts. You thought we were close, you thought we were friends.’
I didn’t say anything, just looked into cold blue eyes edged with gray. What did I see there? Nothing except for his hatred and disdain. He was incapable of feeling guilt, or compassion.  Then Kyle smirked, and I wanted to hit him again. He began to laugh. What was the joke? What did he know? What else had he done?
He started to clap his hands together. ‘Very good, Alex. You’re still studying me, aren’t you? You should bear in mind, I did beat you every time.’
‘Except this time,’ I reminded him. ‘This time you lost.’ ‘Oh, are you so sure?’he asked.’Are you positive that you have the upper hand, partner? How can you be certain? You can’t be.’ ‘I’m sure. Partner. I do have a few questions, though. Clear some things up for me. You know what I want to hear about.’ He continued to smirk. Of course he............