The act of killing was but a single brushstroke in the larger work of art, the grand tapestry he was weaving. It was the subsequent orchestration, the careful manipulation of evidence, the subtle planting of red herrings, the calculated misdirection, that truly satisfied his need for control. He smiled, a chillingly thin curve of his lips. He anticipated Izzy Diaz's investigation. He knew her strengths, her weaknesses. He knew her methods. He had anticipated her every move, meticulously constructing his narrative to avoid her keen scrutiny. He had woven a web of deceit so intricate that it was almost impenetrable, a labyrinth designed to confuse, to frustrate, to ultimately defeat her. Good cop verses bad cop...let it begin.