“I can’t believe Dr. Reynolds let you come back,” Dr. Eldridge says in his snarkiest voice. My hand shakes with the need to slap the hell out of him. I’ve been lucky, and I’ve not had to deal with him too much. The respite from him has been good. Bull told me he and the club were checking into people I work with, and have contact with daily. In fact, I’m supposed to go back to the club tonight, and go over surveillance video to see if I can identify anyone that was purchasing gift cards. I find myself wishing it was this guy, just for the sole purpose of watching Bull destroy him.

I don’t see it happening. I don’t think this guy is anyone I know personally. The very thought that I could be wrong, chills me. I want to put this behind me, and move forward. So, anything I can do to help, I will.

I do decide however, to ignore Dr. Eldridge’s hissy fit. Therefore, I don’t bother responding. Instead, I go back to writing in my chart, and smile at Alex, who is the floor nurse for my patient.

“Could you review the chart, Alex, and make sure everything seems okay to you?” It’s ridiculous that I feel the urge to do this, but I don’t trust Eldridge not to go behind me and change my orders. It seems a good precaution to make.

“It’s all good Skye,” Alex says, and I nod, before walking around the idiot who is determined to ruin my good day.

I’m thinking of switching hospitals, Bull keeps saying no. He says his club will find who’s doing this and handle it. That’s another thing, he’s determined whoever this is, is a man. I don’t know what to think at this point, and I really don’t know what he means when he says he’ll deal with them. I got a feeling I don’t want to know.

I’m anxious to leave work. Bull, Matty, and I are putting up the Christmas tree. Matty loves it, and I want to make sure he has a wonderful Christmas. Bull and I are pulling out all the stops to guarantee it happens. My mind is on all the things I need to do this evening. I open my locker while on auto pilot. So, I’m unprepared for what happens. As the door opens, photos fall out—so many I can’t count them. There are at least fifty and probably closer to a hundred of them. I pick a couple up, and at first, I’m not sure what I’m looking at. It takes me a minute, and even as I’m staring at them, I don’t quite believe it. My hands begin to shake, my stomach rolls, and I can feel bile rise up in my throat. All around my feet are pictures of Nurse Allen’s mutilated body. I scream. I don’t do it cognitively, I just scream.

The first one to me is Judy, and she wraps her arms around me. In the distance, I can hear her asking me what’s wrong, but I can’t talk. I can do nothing but stare a picture of Melissa’s corpse. Pictures of her dead, and on the ground. On the ground by my car! Pictures of her naked on a cement floor. Pictures of her body slowly losing different pieces. Pictures of a bloody…bone saw… like one we use here in the hospital.

One by one my co-workers start filing in to see what the screaming was about. Clara from the cafeteria, Jake the hospital maintenance man, Dr. Eldridge, Dr. Reynolds, Judy, Ruth from accounting, Reverend Fisher the hospital Chaplin, Buck the janitor, Luke, an orderly, Alex the floor nurse, Katie a fellow resident—they all try to crowd in the room, along with Dante and Sam from hospital security. All I can think—the only thing I can grasp is…I’m standing in a room with a murderer and I’m his or her next target. That’s when I scream again, but this time I call out the name of the one person I can trust….“Bull!”