"Recent experience tells me that I cannot discount the idea of a copycat." He allows a certain amount of sorrow slip into his tone. After all, he has lost both a friend and a daughter figure to a copycat as far as the public eye is concerned. He would be cold indeed if he didn't express some measure of emotion for those losses.

"However--" He pauses as he rearranges the photos into an easy chronology, from the first, roughest work to the last, polished puppet. "--it does stretch the law of averages that I would share a city with another one so soon after leaving Baltimore." Unless, of course, he were the common denominator, but why would anyone suspect him when the real copycat is safely behind bars in the BSHCI? Throwing up a victim's ear is somewhat more than circumstantial evidence.

"Do we have the chaos of human intervention - the eternal monkey wrench in the cosmic works - or just the evolution of a killer?"