Nathan Camshron read the word loud, "Levi Mike, a psychopath violent patient on the run." He bellowed, "Print his photo and fax it in MPD Headquarter."

"But Camshron, we have no basis of this man's connection with all these going on." interrupted Mr. Cook.

"Look, I have just studied the cross pattern. On Haq's body there was also a cross pattern and if the same killer was after Lorgé then we might get to anything useful for this case. Psychopaths tend to leave their hints on their victims. And I would like not to waste my time verifying all this so please…"

Mr. Cook was a bit of disappointed for what he had told him. He cleared his throat.

"Check the verifications please."

Few seconds later there appeared words:

Patient no 733. LEVI MIKE.

A Psychopath patient taken here (St. Elizabeth's Hospital) for is lethal activities about a year ago…there was no improvement in his condition…special treatment ordered…a person from South Dakota…charged for a murder…escaped on 29th of June this year…

"This is it!" Camshron left his ground, "See, he escaped on 29th June, few days before Haq's murder. He was a madman. If y deduction about cross is right, then very things in this case are left for the investigation."

Mr. Cook printed his CV with photograph as well and said by looking at paper, "Levi Mike."

_

SOUTH DAKOTA,

HOT SPRINGS,

In the silence of Wyoming, ninety miles south from route number 90, a man walked in the rain at around night time of eleven.

The man took the main road of Hot Springs and went towards the eastern part of the city.

It was raining heavy and few vehicles were running.

It is why he had to walk. He was in rain coat and wore a hat to avoid his glasses from catching water droplets.

He had a lightening torch in his hand. Very few people could notice that he had an Uzi Pistol in another hand which was wrapped by black polythene plastic. The reason of pistol's presence could be anything.

Safety first. The man in rain thought.

It was also possible he had just killed someone by his own hands.

Phantom Being soon took a narrow passage and knocked on a door. Door did not open.

He knocked again.

But no answer came.

He was not a very patient man, so he kicked the door and it banged a few feet inside the room.

There he saw about a dozen of people playing cards on a round wooden table. He noticed the bald one who was very close from winning the poker game. A filament lamp was used for light in there.

He heard someone saying, "Phantom Being, I hope you have got money for this damage."

"I don’t have time for it Bob." whispered Phantom Being in deep icy voice, "I did as you had said, and now I want some souvenirs."

Bob was a tall, thin man whose face was just under bandages. His nose, lips and eyes were only visible in his face.

He said, "I would have been paying a lot right now you if you had killed him right there."

"I couldn’t kill that mad man."

"I knew you bought nothing else but bad news with you. The broken door is its sign."

"Don’t be a cunt. How could I kill him there? He was around some cops. If I had killed him there, then right now we would be in jail. Not arguing with each others."

"Where might he be now?" looked to be Bob was convinced.

"Perhaps anywhere in Rapid City."

"So what were you doing till now? You should be behind him right now." bellowed Bob by smashing his half full Vodka on hard floor, "You know I will lose everything if this man doesn’t get killed soon."

"You need not worry. Nothing has gone wrong."

"Oh nothing!" roared Bob, "MPD has his photograph."

"But we can have the man before anyone else."

"Camshron will get him first. Damn it!"

"No, he won't. I have spun him right now. Till tomorrow he shall be dead. I can get Camshron chasing his own tail till I kill him."

"Whole CIA - DSA is after Mike right now. They got his photograph yesterday." someone said.

"The attack can't engage him. He has faster networked then ours." said depressed Bob.

"Nothing in earth can go faster than my bullets."

"Your bullsh-"

"I need time till tomorrow night." Interrupted Phantom Being.

"What for Camshron?"

"You don’t worry about him…" said Phantom Being, taking out his Uzi Pistol.

"Are you sure?" Bob asked in confusion.

"Double sure." said Phantom Being. He almost went out of the room and said, "I can't stand anymore on advance amount. I want full payment tomorrow."

Bob held his gun, "As you wish."

Phantom Being gave seconds of laughter from his mouth covered under the surgical mask and went out of there, then disappeared in the rainy passage between houses.

Bob stared at the broken door that was still on the floor.