I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

Kennedy smiled, "I understand your frustrations, Captain Sinclair. We would do everything we can to bring Lisa Johnson back, but Captain, we cannot proceed hastily or make rash decisions. Captain, bear in mind that we are dealing with a killer that has nothing to lose."

"And such people are the most dangerous." Ravi said as he looked at the screen. Kennedy looked at him with that irritating, approving expression again.

The rest of the ABI were focused on the high-tech computers they brought with them, not turning to look at them as they walked into the office.

"This is?" The Special Agent asked, this was a very sensitive case so he planned to reduce outside influence as much as possible.

Arlen smiled a bit, "This is Ravi West, Officer Johnson’s partner, and Officer Draco Brown. They are happy to assist in any way we can."

Draco swallowed, his eyes losing the flattering that they normally had whenever he met someone of high rank, "Officer Johnson is one of ours. She is like family, we would not let you do it all on your own. We have to catch this famed sociopath."

"Most cases of antisocial personality disorder lack self-control, remorse, and shame and they are prone to anger. Everything about this case was impulsive, committed by someone with high intelligence." Kennedy tucked his hair but his eyes remained bright, excited even, "I am thinking more of the Dark Triad, Narcissism, Machiavellianism, and psychopathy. They normally show a lack of empathy, extremely manipulative behavior, and self-centeredness. They give off the expression that they are kind, and sociable but inside they are extremely twisted and cruel. Of course, I might just be overreaching."

Kennedy stood up from where he was sitting and stood in front of the board, "He escalated dramatically when he came to Davenport. His father received the death penalty correctly and when the Nest opened in Harlem, barely any prisoner of the cult survived. I imagine how frustrating that would be for him. He must have wished to round them all up and display his strength in front of them."

Ravi took a deep breath and tried to block what Kennedy was saying so he could concentrate on the board. Something about how positioning himself as a spectator rather than a participant in his victim’s suffering, he might be reenacting his childhood experiences, where he was powerless, and about trying to reclaim control over a situation, where he felt utterly helpless. Each murder was some form of twisted catharsis for Nathan.