Phoenix parked her car and headed into her apartment after a very long day. When Preston defied a court order and risked incarceration to seek her help, she knew there was only one reason. Phoenix, Phee to her friends, had the unique ability to peer into the minds of anyone who held her gaze for more than a second, and ascertain their most intensely driving motivators. Sometimes she could “see” memories, sometimes fantasies, other times impending actions. The main requirement, though, was the person had to have strong emotions about the incident, memory, or action. Phee “acquired” this ability when she’d been put into a coma after a drunken Preston had instigated a fight that resulted in his arrest and her coma.
Preston had been apparently ticked off someone else even more than he’d ticked off Phee. He came to her for help when Phee made a stop for ammunition and, having followed her, zeroed in when she stepped out of her car. After listening to his story, Phee decided not to shoot him and actually try to help. Not because she had any positive feeling for the man, but because it would help many innocent women. This help entailed getting the truth out of the psychotic killer who had a penchant for killing young women in a particularly brutal way. What’s worse, he had an uncanny ability to avoid any suspicion for these crimes, the details of which were curious enough to suggest some help from outside powers. By outside powers, Phee meant something in the supernatural realm. Phee’s first job was to find out which supernatural power would benefit from the death of so many young women; that was a long list. Her only viable option to narrow this list was to find someone who had a vested interest in these particular deaths. Someone who was not dead, which ruled out all the witnesses.
Where to go from here? Phee was reminded of one of her favorite quotes from Friedrich Nietzche,
Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.