For Those Who Care to Know

"Thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends
stolen out of holy writ and seem the saint,
when most I play the villain. Well, at least he knows he's in the wrong. What does that tell us?"
" More than you'd think, Steinov. Where the hell is the BAU?"
" On their way sir, traffic is heavy."
" We've got four dead bodies, zero leads and these, mysterious texts left at every crime scene, and traffic is holding them up?"
" They're not very mysterious, actually, this one is Shakespeare, I'm sure you know who that is."

Standing in the door way, a boy of no more than thirteen years of age looked solemnly up at Officer Frederic Steinov.
" I am Doctor Jeremy Steward, I prefer Dr Steward. The BAU sent me, I"m here to lend a hand, as it were."
There was a brief moment where Officer Steinov gave a short, curt laugh, expecting this small inconvenience caused by the boy to be over and done with, and the child would go home to whoever looked after him. The silence that followed his assumption was embarrassingly long and when at last the boy spoke again, no one dared mock him. It was clear he was here to do what must be done, and then leave, like a faint wind passing through, he disturbs nothing, but he knows far more after leaving than he did on his arrival.
" The man you are looking for is a single white male, probably between twenty to mid thirties, but no older than late thirties. He's got a menial job, he doesn't converse with those who he works with, and keeps to himself outside of work as well. He dislikes people who are of a higher status than him, believes they don't deserve what they have, that he is more deserving. He is narcissistic and feigns intelligence, when in actuality he probably quit school just after his secondary education, maybe had a few years of college, but that's unlikely. He knows his victims, but not personally, before he kills them, he watches them closely before making a move, and he has some sort of issue with his genitalia, either he's impotent, or he's irregular."
" what does he eat for breakfast? Does he like long walks on the beach?" It was Ridiculous, there is no way this child, this little boy could know so much without having even fully stepped into the room yet.
" Hod do you know?" Adam Marksman, a young and hopeful officer who had joined the force about two months ago piped up from the corner of the room. The smell of blood was thick and heavy in the air, it felt like it was sticking to the sides of his throat, this made it hard to talk.
" Serial Killers rarely murder outside their own race, and since all the victims have been white, he doesn't seem to be breaking that trait. He must be strong and athletic, feeding his Narcissism, he probably goes tot he gym to work out, to be around other people, to show off what he's got, but he won't talk to others, it's beyond his social range of comfort. The fact that all these women are high class to upper middle class citizens which have been savagely raped and murdered, tells me he's angry at them, the fact that she one was choked with a solid gold chain, that the husband says she rarely wore, not to death but to great extent before being eviscerated, tells me he dislikes her money, and wishes to harm her with it. He'd like to think he is highly intelligent, this is proven by the way the verse was written in blood. He's spelled all the words correctly, but there are several punctuations mistakes that lead me to believe he probably doesn't write very well, maybe he has dyslexia, a disorder of some sort, but mostly he isn't highly intelligent, just dangerous, lucky for us.The crime scene is clean, minus all the blood, and I can guarantee you you won't find a single print here. even the blood spatter is neatly done; one line of spray has not run from the wall to the bed post, but one is on the wall, and another one entirely different to the first, is on the bedpost. He's neat. The rape is a clear show of dominance, a dominance he doesn't possess in his day today life. Also, I'd be willing to bet that the women was beaten and tortured more severely by the end of the rape than at the beginning. The arterial spray, that's from her neck, that's how she died, that is the brightest shade of red, which means it was the last thing to go, but the colours in blood are wide and various, this indicates a long and horrible struggle and eventual death. I think he tried to rape her, found he wasn't excited enough for it, and then punished her for his issue. this might have happened several times before eventually he gave up, or got what he wanted and killed her. To be honest, Officer Steinov, Death was probably welcome by now. And if this is what the rest of the crime scenes are like, I will see the rest tomorrow, I'm going to have nightmares tonight as it is, and it's almost my bed time. Goodnight gentlemen; we start work ten sharp tomorrow. morning"
With that the boy turned on his heel and walked down the stairs, the four armed guards following closely behind him, finally creating a protective circle around the boy on the bottom landing of the stairs.
the officers, whoever, were quiet, in shock, in awe, in disbelief, abut most of all, in sheer stunned silence, that comes from someone surprising you so thoroughly and totally, that you cannot find the words to express a thought you might have in your head, only that this person, has somehow changed the course of life as you know it. So it was for Officer Steinov as he walked down the stair after the boy, only to find the SUV gone from the curbside when he got there. He had a plethora of questions to ask, but they could wait till ten the next morning, he just hoped another body would not turn up.
He was not as lucky