The doors of the elevator finally opened, welcoming me with cold, because the streets outside were hot and humid with the summer heat. I'm pretty sure the donuts I'm carrying with me were baked once again by the heat.

"Hey Dex!"

Debra came running toward me, holding a clipboard and a smile on her face. I smiled back, and opened the box of donuts. She quickly took one, and took a bite out of it.

"It seems to me that you haven't had breakfast yet." I said with a smirk.

"Nope." She said, still chewing on the doughnut, "Got a new case here. By the way, a package came for you. I had Masuka place it on your desk." And with that she hurried back to LaGuerta's office.

I headed to my lab, where a large rectangular box sat, held together by a red ribbon. I looked around, looking for Masuka, but thankfully he was still talking to Batista outside the hallway. I put the box of donuts down, and pulled at the ribbon.

Inside was another long, rectangular plastic box, which contained three roses, and a box of what seem to be… donuts again. An envelope lay above them, and after making sure that Masuka was still chatting with Batista, I slit it open with a scalpel and opened it.

Dear Mr. Morgan,

Yes, I knew who you were. When you knocked me out and stuffed me in your trunk, there was a brief moment when I was conscious, and I was able to see your name in you ID. Well…actually, I saw your last name. But when I asked the station about you, they said the only male Morgan they had was you.

I wanted to thank you… for not killing me, I guess. I told you once that I wasn't afraid to die, but after what happened to us, it made me realize that my son needed me, and to have done everything I did for him would've been in vain if I accepted death so easily. Thank you so much again.

We… my son and I…have left Miami. By the time you read this letter, we would be in Canada, with a few distant relatives. I believe that we need a new start, and I am hoping that here, we can have it.

And lastly, now that you know my secret, please, keep it, as I will keep your secret to the grave. Our meeting has taught me so much, and it is something I shall cherish for the rest of my life. I will never, ever tell our chance meeting with anyone. Your secret is safe with me, I promise you.

I wish you good health and good luck, and with the hopes that should we meet ever again, it would involve coffee, instead of anesthetics or any other drug.

Sincerely yours,

The One That Got Away

'The One That Got Away'? Not very imaginative in naming herself, but it's the truth. She's the only one who got away from certain death at my table. And for the first time, I don't regret letting her go. I guess, I have learned a little something from our meeting as well. Like maybe, researching a little better about my victims.

After work, I placed the roses she gave me on a vase in my kitchen. I walked to the stove, and carefully burned the letter, to make sure that it will never be read by anyone.

I headed over my air conditioner, where I kept my box of glass slides, each containing the blood samples of those whom I've killed… the blood of the guilty. I took the glass slide of 'The One That Got Away', wrapped gingerly on a piece of tissue and I was about to place with the others when I realized that this blood sample should never come close to tainted blood. This blood might seem like the blood of the guilty, but for me, it was the blood of the innocent.

So I placed the glass slide at the other end of the box, a few inches away from the others, where it'll be kept clean. I closed the lid on the box again, and replaced it back on my air conditioner.

And here ends the story of the one that got away, the one who cheated death. And the one who made me thirst for more blood…