So, in my head, I thought that this seemed rather dangerous leaving this man, this predator alone at his home, for who knows how long, as he never specified how long she was going to be away. Some days, it was difficult to concentrate on what I was doing, because half of me was doing my job, and the other wanted to play detective. I had been given some great advice and tools by my friends in law enforcement and intended to further my investigations of this man because I knew he was not just a predator; he was a murderer. I was going to do everything I possibly could to prove this and hopefully have him pay for his actions. I mean if he did that so many years ago in Germany, who knows what criminal activity he's done here. I knew this task at hand was not going to be an easy one, but as I said earlier, I had become obsessed with this and was determined to find out more. I felt this was part of my life's journey; I know it was not part of my life's plan, as I had achieved what I wanted to do as far as my job went. It was as though a force unknown was telling me to find out everything I could, and I knew I had to be very careful.
