It wasn?t all about the genes. It might have been once, maybe it still was. Maybe it was something nesting deep inside the blood just waiting to be awakened. When Jessa and I were first introduced to the project it was just a new thrill, a new opportunity? hell it was a promotion. Better pay and a chance for adventure. It was just what I was looking for.
Don?t get me wrong, I loved my job. Dabbling in the heads of the crazies every single day to find out how they ticked was just something I lived for. Course ask anyone on the team and when you look at a forensic psychologist you have to just wonder if maybe it?s just that the one doing the brain wander and getting in the head of the serial killers was maybe just as crazy? and that?s why we were so successful at our job, because we understood.
I still remember the day of the offering into the Soul Project like it was yesterday. I had just come out of a tough mind game with Jacoby St. Laurent. One of the most sadistic serial killers I had ever run across, he made Hannibal look like an amateur at the trade? and the man had a following? god but he had a following. A following worse then Manson? maybe worse then the Beatles, I couldn?t really tell it all became so complicated but the fan letters said enough.
I was slurping down my second cup of Starbucks, a double shot of espresso this time to leave my mind singing when I was interrupted from my musings by Rory Lafayette. He struck up a conversation all based on small talk that seemed more like flirting then anything else, that?s what the normal woman would think when a handsome man with a debonair southern charm spent his afternoon hours just asking about the normal boring hopes and dreams of a young business woman. Luckily I was smarter then that and knew exactly what he was up to, information gathering? and given my intrigue in this sudden interest in me rather then my looks? well let?s just say I played along.
I told him I wanted to see the stars up close and personal. It was a coy and pretty game of words I was playing with but I didn?t mind, I was interested to just see exactly what this guy was up to. I never gave him enough but he handed over a card to me, a snazzy looking business card with a design like a vegas playing card. Cute.
I guess the game really was more then I expected. Needless to say I was bored with life and needed a little adventure. I gave the number a ring, figuring it was some prank being played on me by my coworkers? but no? that little shiny slick card was my invitation right on into the crazy masquerade that the Special Investigation Operation called the ?Soul Project?.
Funny thing was? after some wining and dining, and the chance of a lifetime? to get myself in a sleek space suit and actually see the star and the moon up close and personal. Like I could touch them? I couldn?t help but think it was nice to be introduced into a business that kept their word.
What was even more amusing? A few visits and ?courtship? later by the Soul Project I found out really what they all were about? and more so? that they wanted me? and my sister.
Don?t get me wrong, I loved my job. Dabbling in the heads of the crazies every single day to find out how they ticked was just something I lived for. Course ask anyone on the team and when you look at a forensic psychologist you have to just wonder if maybe it?s just that the one doing the brain wander and getting in the head of the serial killers was maybe just as crazy? and that?s why we were so successful at our job, because we understood.
I still remember the day of the offering into the Soul Project like it was yesterday. I had just come out of a tough mind game with Jacoby St. Laurent. One of the most sadistic serial killers I had ever run across, he made Hannibal look like an amateur at the trade? and the man had a following? god but he had a following. A following worse then Manson? maybe worse then the Beatles, I couldn?t really tell it all became so complicated but the fan letters said enough.
I was slurping down my second cup of Starbucks, a double shot of espresso this time to leave my mind singing when I was interrupted from my musings by Rory Lafayette. He struck up a conversation all based on small talk that seemed more like flirting then anything else, that?s what the normal woman would think when a handsome man with a debonair southern charm spent his afternoon hours just asking about the normal boring hopes and dreams of a young business woman. Luckily I was smarter then that and knew exactly what he was up to, information gathering? and given my intrigue in this sudden interest in me rather then my looks? well let?s just say I played along.
I told him I wanted to see the stars up close and personal. It was a coy and pretty game of words I was playing with but I didn?t mind, I was interested to just see exactly what this guy was up to. I never gave him enough but he handed over a card to me, a snazzy looking business card with a design like a vegas playing card. Cute.
I guess the game really was more then I expected. Needless to say I was bored with life and needed a little adventure. I gave the number a ring, figuring it was some prank being played on me by my coworkers? but no? that little shiny slick card was my invitation right on into the crazy masquerade that the Special Investigation Operation called the ?Soul Project?.
Funny thing was? after some wining and dining, and the chance of a lifetime? to get myself in a sleek space suit and actually see the star and the moon up close and personal. Like I could touch them? I couldn?t help but think it was nice to be introduced into a business that kept their word.
What was even more amusing? A few visits and ?courtship? later by the Soul Project I found out really what they all were about? and more so? that they wanted me? and my sister.