He hated this shit, had never been comfortable addressing a crowd since his brain-to-mouth filter rarely worked and he ended up dropping the f-bomb on national television. Oh well, it had to be done. He wiped his clammy hands on his jeans and cleared his throat.“I’m Special Agent Todd Hutchinson. The FBI in combination with Jefferson County and Oak Park, as well as numerous other investigative agencies, are working together to bring a killer to justice. Not just any killer, but a cowardly serial killer who is nothing more than a bully preying upon those smaller and weaker than he is. I can assure you, it’s only a matter of time before we are knocking on his door and putting this piece of sh—this degenerate behind bars.”There were gasps and rumblings from the crowd, as well as some nasty glares from the higher-ups in attendance, but Hutch didn’t care. This little public appearance, while a warning for the public, was basically a direct message. It might be completely unconventional, unprofessional, and crude, but stopping a killer was more important than worrying about image and bureaucratic bullshit.
