Shaman - the Awakening by Vr McCoy Read Free Book Online

force; the Devil or God. The Missionary killer is on a mission. He believes he is correcting the wrongs of the world by getting rid of unwanted or deviant persons. The Hedonistic killer is a thrill seeker and gets an endorphin rush from killing. He receives pleasure from killing and suffering. This type of killer has three subcategories; thrill driven, lust (sexual) and comfort (profit/gains). The Power/ Control killer wants to impose his will over the victims and control them.
    We drove for several miles until we came to Melissa Sykes' home. She lived in a one bedroom garden apartment. The resident manager let us into the apartment, and then departed. There was still police tape on the door, and a cat waiting outside. It ran in once the door was opened. The local authorities hadn't bothered to take Melissa's calico to a shelter.
    We began looking through the apartment. Although it had already been searched thoroughly by the local officers, I had to get a feel of the place. I had to make a connection between myself and Melissa. I had to touch her personal items and get a feel for her; the more personal the better. I don't mean rummaging through her underwear drawers, but items like letters she wrote, a diary or anything of that nature.
    Agent Mullins followed Dianna around when we first began our sweep of the area. I attempted to emulate Melissa's actions in the apartment by touching everything in sight. I went to the kitchen where the cat was waiting by its bowl, attempting to draw my attention towards it by meowing. It was hungry and probably hadn't eaten since its master's abduction.
    I touched everything as I made my way into the room. I opened the cabinets, looking for the cat food. I searched the counter drawers for a can opener to open the cat food, and then fed the hungry calico. Gracie entered the kitchen at that point, and discovered what I was doing.
    “Aww, that's so sweet,” she stated, smiling at me. She apparently had a soft spot for animals. I wasn't a cat person, but I knew this would be something that Melissa would do every day. This would be an excellent connection.
    Afterwards, I made my way around the apartment, touching everything in sight. I opened the refrigerator. Although the electricity was still on, the food was spoiled and moldy. It had been several weeks since Melissa's disappearance on December 3rd. I opened and closed the microwave oven, turned on the faucet to the sink, and washed my hands.
    Melissa was very neat and clean. There were no dirty dishes in the basin. I opened the dishwasher and the few bowls and cups in there were garbage free. This was something I practiced as well. I rinsed all the garbage off the dishes before placing them into the dishwasher. This was a way of protecting your dishwasher from breeding or harboring bacteria and mold odors from rotten and spoiled food. She also utilized the garbage disposal, as I did, instead of the trash can for the disposal of all food items, because neither the trash nor the house smelled like garbage. There was the odor of the kitty litter that needed changing, but even that was tolerable.
    I departed the kitchen area and met Dianna in the bedroom, Gracie on my heels. She didn't ask a lot of questions during our sweep, only pertinent and integral ones pertaining to the case. She must have been an excellent student in school.
    “They didn't leave much correspondence. There are no bills, letters or magazines. There are some clothes left behind in the drawers and in the walk-in closet,” Dianna said.
    “We have all those items back at the Office,” Agent Mullins replied as I looked around the bedroom and touched everything, as I did in the other areas.
    “I think I have everything I need,” I informed Dianna and Gracie, then went to the kitchen, picked up the calico and departed.
    We were going to drop the cat off at the shelter, but Gracie agreed to care for her, so it traveled with us to the diner where Melissa worked. I kept it in my