LAPD special crimes unit 08:30 hours.

Detectives Joan Morris and Steve Collins are standing around watching the television monitor.

news reporter: Still no updates on escaped pedophile Ray Lanza.

Morris: That sick son of a bitch escaped super max three weeks ago.

Collins: We have all the schools, playgrounds everywhere children are present under 24/7 surveillance no sightings yet.

Morris: That son of sick of a bitch is smart, he could be anywhere by now.

the phone suddenly rings and another officer answers.

officer: Detective Collins, for you.

Collins takes the phone.

Collins: Okay we'll be right there.

Collins and Morris head out and arrive at an abandoned warehouse, inside are several officers and csi's

officer: Well, you can stop the alert for Lanza, what's left of him is here.

Morris: and the id is confirmed.

Officer: we id'ed him with the few teeth he had left.

Morris and Collins examine the gruesome scene.

Morris: Someone really went to town on this guy.

Collins: Yeah, I'm not sad the son of a bitch is dead but, nobody deserves that.

Medical examiner: yeah whomever carved up Lanza had no regard for a human body, and here's the even weirder part, his  liver and kidneys are missing.

Collins: god damn what kind of sick fuck would kill another sick fuck and take their liver and kidneys.

Voice: someone who consumes them.

Morris and Collins turn to the guy standing behind.

Collins: Are you telling me, this guy was butchered by a cannibal.

Guy: Yeah and if the news about what went down in Serenity with the sanatorium is true, I know who.

Sometime later.

Detectives Collins and Morris are sitting behind a table they watch the brunette enter the room, dressed in a suit and very expensive heels, walks up to the desk.

Morris: Have a seat Ms. Winters.

Kayla: So why did you idiots pull me away from my hand to hand combat training.

Morris opens a file and slides in across the table, Kayla looked at the picture.

Kayla: Who's that poor bastard.

Collins: Ray Lanza.

Kayla: The pedophile who escaped form super max a while.

Morris: Yeah we suspect he may have had an encounter with your sister.

Kayla: Suspect.

Morris: We spoke to a doctor Buckingham at the crime scene and he noted that the brutality of the crime match methods of your sister.

Kayla: So your trying to pin what happened to that sick scumbag on my sister, my sister's been clean since she left the Asylum or the sanatorium or whatever the fuck the place was called, she's been building bikes at her shop in Long Beach. I get you folks aren't smart enough to solve this case, but to be honest, if my sister did this, people should send her thank you cards for ridding the world of scumbags like this Lanza guy.

Collins: Where was you sister on the night March 23rd.

Kayla tucks the hands under her chin.

Kayla: Am I required the answer that question?

Morris: If you know the whereabouts of your sister on that night, It would be in your best interest to answer.

Kayla: My best interest, that's funny, you two rent-a-cops, have nothing, but if you want to know where my sister was she was in Vegas on Winters Media business, you can call the Venetian to verify, I'll wait.

Collins calls the hotel.

Collins: So she was there on the twenty third, and she rented the Luxury king suite, and she shared the room with two order ladies, paid double. Okay thank-you for the information.

Collins hangs up the phone.

Collins: Well your story checks out.

Kayla: So you two are done wasting my time.

Morris: Yes, Ms. Winter you're free to go.

Kayla pushed back the chair and stood up.

Kayla: Have a miserable day.

Kayla took a few steps as Collins spoke to Morris.

Morris: Maybe we should bring in those two ladies to further verify the Kayla's story.

Kayla stops and turns back to the officers.

Kayla: No need to do that.

Morris: Why is that Ms. Winters.

Kayla: Because the other two ladies were Brittany, you know her right my sisters lawyer and girlfriend.

Morris: Yes, we're aware of who Ms. Fraser is, and the other woman was.

Kayla: Me.

Kayla then walked out of the room.

Collins: So Christy Winters was in Vegas with her Girlfriend and her sister, and the manager I spoke too stated that Christy insisted on paying double for the Luxury King room and for it to be kept discreet.

Morris: So we know Christy was in Vegas the night Lanza was killed, it's verified by the hotel manager, what's interesting to me is the Luxury King room at the Venetian has one bed.

Collins: What are you getting it.

Morris: Three women one bed, so maybe those rumors about Christy and Kayla might be true after all.

Several more days later.

Morris: We're no closer to finding out who killed and butchered Ray Lanza.

Collins: Yeah this case has gone cold.

Then Brittany and Christy walk in.

Collins: Have a seat.

Brittany: This is getting ridiculous, either the LAPD has evidence to charge my client, or the LAPD can be prepared for a harassment suit.

Collins: Apologizes, Ms. Fraser, but we know your client is not responsible for Lanza's death her alibi has been proven. The reason we asked you here is to get insight from Christy.

Morris: Don't think this is by any means we condone your crimes, but we would like to get insight from a killers mind as to the approach they would use to to care of someone like Ray Lanza.

Christy smiles.

Christy: So the LAPD wants the help of a serial killer, well takes notes. First, the killer is going to research Lanza's background, learn everything about him, his chlidhood, his adulthood, everything that would influence what caused him to become what he did. The killer we learn his behavior in prison,and the killer who also look into how he escaped from a super max prison.

Christy takes a sip of water.

Christy: People like Lanza never change their bevavior, so once outside Lanza will pick up where he left off, your killer will stakeout places he would go once on the outside, family, friends, playgrounds schools, anywhere children are present, your killer will be patient and wait for the opportune time to strike.

Morris slides a picture of the Lanza crime scene across the table, Christy studied the photo.

Christy: Your killer was very sloppy and careless and showed no regard for Lanza, not that a scumbag like Lanza deserved it.

Morris: According to reports his kidneys and liver were removed, what is your take on that.

Christy: I've heard rumors of black markets dealing in organs, usually for the criminal element.

Collins: A Dr. Buckingham said this crime is similar to one of the crimes that got you confined to the Sanatorium.

Christy: I was never that careless or sloppy, I took pride in my work, I suspect your killer is someone dealing in the black market organ trade.

Collins: Well thank you for your time, Ms. Winters.

Christy: Always a pleasure to help the police do their job.

Morris: Here's my card if you wish to add further insight later.

Christy: I'll think about it.

Christy and Brittany then leave.

Weeks later.

Morris: We're no closer to finding Lanza's killer, maybe we should call.....

an officer walks in.

Officer: Call on line two.

Morris picked up the phone.

Morris: Detective Morris. information give it me. this is solid. Okay.

Morris gets up from his desk and walks out of the office, and motions to Collins.

Morris: Just got a tip.

Collins: solid.

Morris: I believe so.

Morris and Collins drive to the location given to Morris, they push open a large metal door, inside is a guy handcuffed to the wall.

Guy: Who the fuck are you guys.

Morris: I'm Detective Morris, this is Detective Collins.

Guy: Take me away.

the officers take the guy back to headquarters.

Collins: state your name for the record.

Guy: Rick King

Morris: and you are the person who killed Ray Lanza.

Rick: Yeah I did it.

Collins: So how did you end up locked in the room.

Rick: It was that crazy psycho bitch, she put me in there.

Morris: Describe her.

Rick: About 5'2 but for a psycho bitch she was kinda hot with them tattoos and that cool Mohawk.

Collins and Morris look at each other.

Collins: Alright so once again for the record you confess to killing Ray Lanza.

Rick: Yes.

Morris: You have the right to remain silent.

Rick: I know my rights officers.

Collins called in an officer who took Rick away.

Morris: Tattoos and a Mohawk, looks like we may have to have another chat with Christy Winters.

several days later.

Christy is in her office at her bike shop, when a knock came on her door.

Come in.

Employee: Sorry to bother you but their are two officer here to see you.

Christy: Send them in.

Collins and Morris walk in.

Christy: What do you two want now.

Morris: We would like to ask you about Rick King.

Christy: Who is that?

Collins: The guy who killed Ray Lanza.

Christy: No that guy, so I guess you caught him.

Christy smirks.

Christy: You should thank me for once again doing your job for you.

Morris and Collins sit down.

Collins: King, told us you locked him up, but I have to wonder why you didn't just kill him.

Christy: Killing people, who honestly don't deserve it isn't my thing anymore, honestly you all should be thanking him for ridding the world of another scumbag.

Morris: But why lock him in the room if you weren't going to kill him.

Christy: Because he was sloppy and tried to make the crime similar to mine, I couldn't have suspicion coming to me, but yet it did, so are you here to arrest me.

Collins: Considering your past we could, but you and your sister wield considerable influence in the state, arresting you isn't an option, but a least tell us how you figured out who killed Lanza.

Christy: When the story came out I did the things I told you to do to find him, I found him at the High Noon Saloon in Barstow, and chatted him up, typical loser, enjoyed having a hot chick giving him attention. It wasn't that hard to get him to follow me out back you know, I let him get fresh with me then I choked him out, and when he came too, he was where he was when you found him, so are we done here.

Morris: Yeah I think we're done here, thank-you for your time.

Christy: Always got time for the LAPD.

Collins and Morris leave.

late night Long Beach California.

Kayla and Christy, walk into a warehouse, and walk into a side room, sitting behind the table is a guy, standing behind him are several of the sisters associates. Kayla and Christy sit down opposite the guy. Kayla leans forward.

Kayla: Where's our shipment.

Guy: I don't know anything about a shipment.

Kayla: Is this how you want to play this, you think we're fucking stupid, you think we don't know that our shipment left the port for Hollywood.

Guy: Like I said I don't know anything about your shipment.

Christy never losing eye contact with the guy begins stabbing a knife between her fingers.

Kayla: You have only one choice option here, you tell us where our shipment is, and my sister doesn't spill your guts all over the floor, and you know how crazy and psychotic she can be, she'll cut your nuts off, and won't lose an ounce of sleep.

Guy: She doesn't intimidate me.

Christy whispers into her ear, a sadistic smile crosses Kayla face. Kayla motions to the associates standing behind the guy.

Kayla: We're going to step outside for a moment.

They step outside leaving only the guy and Christy.

Christy: We can do this the easy way or the hard way, chose the hard way I dear you.

Guy: You can't scare me.

Christy: The hard way it is then.

Kayla and the group are outside.

ARRRRRRGGGGGGH.

Kayla and the associates enter the room, the guy looks to be in considerable pain. Christy looks at her sister, then spits out the guys finger. Kayla smirks.

Kayla: Had to chose the hard way, if you want to walk out of here with the rest of your fingers I suggest you tell us where our shipment is.

The guy now clearly scared the death, takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and hand it to Kayla, she looks it, then hands it one of the guys.

Kayla: Go check this out, if you meet any resistance, you know what to do.

Yes.

They leave.

Kayla: You had better hope our shipment is there.

the guy just sits there, and after a while the sisters men and women return, one of the guys leans down a whispers to Kayla, who nods, she then looks across the table to the guy.

Kayla: Looks like this is your lucky night, our shipment is headed to our distributor in Hollywood, because Hollywood loves to get high off our product.

Kayla and Christy stand up.

Guy: I think I need a doctor.

Kayla: No one fucking cares what you need, and its fucking late and I'm fucking tired.

The sister walk towards the door.

Woman: What do we do with him?

Christy: I'll take care of it.

Kayla and the associates again leave, after a while Christy opened the door and motioned, Kayla, and the associates re enter.

Christy: Get rid of this.

The associates pick up the body of the guy.

Christy: Use the shredder at the auto yard.

Guy: Yes, Miss Winters.

Christy: I need a shower.

everyone laughs, Kayla and Christy leave first, followed by their associates with the guys body.

Kayla: You need a shower, I need a stiff drink. I'll drive.

Christy: Alright.

Somewhere possibly within the state of California.

a door opens and the sun bursts blinding the man and woman inside, through the sunlight Christy walks in.

Woman: Do you have no compassion.

Christy: I have compassion, just not for either of you, I have no compassion for people who beat their kid and put them in the icu for eight weeks. You think you're above the law, well I am you law, your judge and for fucking jury, And I find you guilty of being completely evil scumbag human beings who doesn't deserve to have a daughter, she being moved to child protective services,and I have made sure none of your family members will never get close to her, as for you two, you'll continue to rot here until further notice.

an associate bring in two trays and puts them on the table.

Christy: Enjoy you bread and water.

Christy and the associate walk out and close the door.

A phone ring. a hand reaches on the night table and removes it.

Hello, honey. yes I'm sill on the stakeout, I'm sorry its lasting longer than I thought, I'll be home soon, I love you.

So I'm a stakeout.

The guy turns in bed to face Christy.

Officer: Well I have to tell my wife something.

Christy: Guess its better than telling her your having a affair with a convicted serial killer, a hot one but you know.

Officer: I find you very intriguing Christy, your a successful bike builder, co running a worldwide media company, and yet your notoriety comes from the crimes you committed and are still doing.

Christy: That's why having a cop in my bed has it's advantages, you get what you want the satisfaction, in bed you can't get from your wife, and in return you let our shipments get where they need to without interruption.

Officer: Yeah, and I don't think the chief knows that you allow narcotics those minor to medium drugs bust.

Christy: Yes.

Officer: As much as I'd love to stay here longer, duty calls, stakeouts and all.

The officer climbed out of bed, the camera switched to Christy under the covers, until turning back to the officer now fully dressed, the officer heads to the bed room exit.

Christy: You might need this.

She tossed the officer his badge, he smiled as he caught it and slipped it inside his jacket.

Officer: right.

he steps in the door then turns back.

Officer: So a threesome with your sister is isn't a possibly.

Christy smiled from the bed: Never say never as she gave him a wink.

The officer smirked as he exited the bedroom.