When it all started Vincent was hunched over a keyboard writing a report on his first true clinical psychopath. There seemed to be double the clamour one could expect during an early afternoon in the psychiatric wing of the Ted Fisher Correctional Facility. His mind screened out this background noise–although at one point he glanced out the window and saw a woman in a tight skirt and high heels running across the hospital wing’s manicured lawn. His subconscious mind noted the oddity, but up top he was still evaluating when, if ever, his ‘client’ ought to be released back into the regular prison system. When the woman disappeared behind a hedge, he turned back to his computer screen and resumed typing. (more…)