Metanoia

-02-

-MIKE-

I've gotten used to Logan telling me about her visions, and they often have connections to what she calls my "night job," but they've never been as intense as what she experienced tonight. They usually happen when she's asleep, and she would have trouble remembering them, and the details would come back to her on instinct as we worked on a case.

This time, she could recall every detail to the point that she sketched them out after she explained what she saw.

"Do you know about anything that could do this?" she asks me, pointing to the drawings of the corpses she's seen.

"I have a few theories," I reply. "But there are ways to track them...none of the victims have been found yet?"

"We wouldn't be eating dinner if that was the case," Logan reminds me.

"That's true," I realized. "We can figure it out when you meet the guys tomorrow."

"Mm," she nods in agreement as she finishes her food. "So, is there a reason I hadn't met them yet?"

"There's more than one," I admit. "But I'm sure you knew that."

"I may not be able to control it sometimes, but I know how to set boundaries," Logan assures me.

"Valid point," I agree. "I shouldn't have assumed...I know I don't speak for you or make decisions for you, but I've been..."

I pause for a moment, wondering how to voice my concerns. She doesn't rush or interrupt me, and she never has. I appreciate her more for that.

"We haven't figured out everything about your powers," I began again. "What worries me is what happens after some of your cases...and I don't know what could happen if you run into a demon or something, and I don't want to know...Logan, some of them are hundreds of years old, maybe more."

"I get that," she says after a while. "But something tells me that we won't have a choice. The killer isn't human, Mike...and besides, we have another problem."

"What's that?" I ask her as I gather the food containers to throw away.

"There's a possibility that the Grinning Ghost Killer could be connected to this," she explains. "What if this is what's waiting for me?"

"Whatever it is, it can keep waiting," I growled. "I won't let it anywhere near you."

"I believe you," Logan assured me. "We have one clue: it's a male. The killer said that 'he' was waiting for me."

"...I don't like the sound of that," I admit.

If it's a male demon, they tend to be obsessive to the point that the objects of their fucked up affections never survive. We have to narrow down what this thing could be. Soon.

"We have another issue," Logan winced. "We have to work this case within the confines of our jobs, and I don't know how you've been able to cover up your hunts, but this feels like it won't be easily contained. Also, your friends are in a different division than us."

"I have an idea for that," I murmured as the idea formed in my mind. "A task force...but there's a risk."

"Okay," Logan replies as I hear her turn on her television. "What is it?"