Case 1. The Misfit.

                     

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                    “We've been at this for hours Bobby. The whole department is completely stalled on this case until you decide to cooperate. I'm going to give you an ultimatum. . . either you open up to me right now, or I'll turn you over to F.B.I. You need to forget all the lies and manipulation he put in your head. He used his deranged mind to corrupt yours.”, I firmly stated. “No. . . you don't understand. You think The Misfit is dangerous because he's mentally deranged, well I'm sorry to disappoint you Dr. Seize, but the reason I'm afraid of him isn't because he's mentally deranged; it's because he's completely sane.”, replied Bobby Lee.

                      

                    This could not be possible I keep thinking to myself. A man with such a violent past, and now with five more counts of cold-blooded murder couldn't possibly be sane. This was my first case as a Forensic Psychologist and already I'm up against the mind of a murderer who is completely aware of the disgusting acts he's committed. Needless to say, I threw up several times due to the reality of the situation I was in. I was expecting to start off with a few suicides or maybe some accidental man-slaughters, but to be thrown into the fire on my first case with a mass murderer was truly stressful.

                  “Just to make things clear, we already have you booked on first degree murder and manslaughter, so you have nothing to lose. The Misfit has no control over you anymore. So let's start off simple. Why did you three decide to stop at the car on the side of the road?”, I calmly asked. “. . . . Alright I'll talk, but I'm going to say this once and only once. We were going along that road to stop at a diner I used to go to as a kid, when we came up on the car. At first I thought we were just going to help them out of the ditch and let them on their way, but then the old coot recognized The Misfit. Hiram and I started to move slowly back to the car, but right as we were about to open the car door, he told us to take the two kids into the woods. You guys know that part, but what you don't know is what was talked about in the car hours before.”, said Bobby in a very defeated manner.

                    I could clearly see his eyes starring blankly at the floor. While he was talking, his lips barely moved in a way that only a regretful murder could portray. This guy was telling the truth, no doubt about it, but something didn't seem right. Something about the way he said things didn't sit very well with me. The more and more he talked, the better I understood why I was feeling this way. I didn't jump to conclusions quite yet. I needed to hear about what happened in the car that Bobby was so adamant about not telling me.

                   “The sooner you tell me, the sooner we all go home. . . well, everyone but you. No matter what you say or do, your going to go to jail for a very long time. So let's hear about what happened in the car before the incident.”, I said as stern as I possibly could. “He threatened us both. He said he would slaughter our families if we ever spoke a word or didn't do what he said. That's pretty good motivation to follow him in everything he says. We tried countless times to run away or even kill him, but every time we failed miserably. We we're idiots, and he made sure we knew that. We were his puppets. We were his slaves.”, Bobby calmly said.

                 My mouth began to quiver, my heart sank, and my palms moistened. While he was talking, I noticed something that made my mind go completely numb.

He smirked.

                  Even though it was ever so subtle and discrete, I saw it plain as day. As he uttered the word “slaves” his upper lip arched in a way that expressed joy and jubilation. I briskly, yet silently, exited the interrogation room and shut the door behind me. I walked along the hallways up to the third floor to the Chief of Police's office. As I walked into his office, our eyes meet in disbelief.

                 “What's the matter Chief?”, I asked. He handed me the file he held firmly in his hand. I opened it to the first page and immediately dropped it to the floor. The Chief stood up and calmly said, “Bobby Lee was found dead this morning with Hiram at side. Dr. Seize. . . the man you have been interviewing for the past 6 hour isn't Bobby Lee. It's Bobby Lee's twin brother Thor, otherwise known as The Misfit.”

                   My inclinations had become reality. The Misfit knew he was already caught. All he wanted to do was brag one more time.