Last night I almost had him. This man killed a girl on North Island, had a hand in killing two Orthodox priests in Russia and is, I am sure, at least partly responsible for several more deaths here in Jerusalem. The pattern fits perfectly. My software skills are a little rusty, but my math skills are not, so I knocked a little rust from my programming skills and refined the mathematical algorithm I use to look for patterns in psycho-sociopathic behavior and saw patterns that were never before revealed. The girl on North Island died by this man’s hand alone. The priests in Russia are another story. They were both very tough, big men, 120 kilos each, at least. Both trained in Russian military styles of hand-to-hand combat, Systema and Sambo; two men you would not want to screw around with. Yet, these two men were flayed to the bone and hung from the ceiling of their church. The guy I am after did not do that alone. Right now I am sitting at Tib’s Restaurant eating sushi, of all things, waiting for my brother, Father Joshua Smith, Order of Cistercians of the Strict Observance, to arrive from the states. There are only a few men I would have by my side at a time like this, and Joshua is one of them.
North Archipelago 