Agent Michael Dalmes stood unusually still. His grey eyes looked through the one-way pane of glass, minutely observing the man seated inside the interrogation room. Dalmes was one of the best profilers in the FBI, an expert at detecting emotions, mental states and facial expression.
The person inside the room was unnaturally calm. Far too calm for someone who was surely going to get the needle to the arm. He sat patting the table in a regular rhythm. His darting eyes looked around the room curiously, like those of a child in an amusement park.
Psychopaths rarely display deep emotion.
Dalmes stood still, thinking back to the events of the past several hours. The day had taken a heavy toll on him. This was the culmination of years of searching for an elusive killer. Finally, he had his ma
