I close myself into the bathroom, alive with excitement. All I need is something to confirm my accusation. I know my cousin doesn't handle pressure too well, so, a nice phone call confrontation will -- and should -- make him crack.

My fingers dance across the screen of my phone as I dial his number and put my cell to my ear.

I stare at my reflection, smiling. I'm going to really get him! I'm going to really get free of his wrath and stop all of this!

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Four. And then...

The dial tone sounds for his voicemail, followed by: "Dorian Maximilliaj can't come to the phone right now. He's too busy messing around with his little naive, stupid jock of a cousin to answer."

Another voice cuts in, a female's: "No, Dor, you can't say things like that. Just hang up, ya idiot!"

My blood runs ice cold. I know exactly who the voice belongs to.

Lynette Spiegel.

I throw my hand down and lunge for the door of the bathroom. I fling it open and race back toward the living room, where the others are gathered.

"You'll never believe what I--" I shout out, as I enter the room to find them clustered together in the middle, glancing down at a phone in the center. I skid to a halt, eyeing them. "What's going on?"

"Well..." Tyler begins to say.

Spencer picks up for him, "That unknown number just sent me a nice recording of a live feed of Colton's murder. As well as one of the cops arriving right after we left to find the body and the crime scene. So either he was still there...or..."

"Or he planted a camera somewhere in the house?" I finish with dread. Nicely played Dorian, you dickbag.

"Yup!" Fabien nods.

I step forward and lean over to see this crap myself.

The first video starts out like the camera is actually attached to the body of the killer. Shaky footage plays as the guy lumbers up the walkway to the entrance and then opens the front door with ease since it's unlocked for him. I'm guessing after all of this is over, Syracuse residents will think twice about locking their front doors and walking alone.

He walks in, not even acting sneaky about his movements and grabs the startled Colton by the shirt. He flings him with inhuman strength to the side, knocking over the lamp.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Colton bellows out, recovering by rolling over and getting back to his feet.

The attacker faces him and I can see that he is bleeding badly from a cut on his lip from the sudden assault. The man doesn't answer, instead whipping out a small, efficient handgun, similar to the kind that cops have, and takes aim at Colton.

Colton wheels around and grabs a chair from his dining room, which is right behind where he had been thrown by the man.

As the man moves back into the foyer, Colton throws the chair at him. It hits the wall behind him as he ducks with a skilled matrix-style move and it shatters into pieces, denting the wall in the process.

The man then stands back up and unloads three shots at Colton. The first seems to hit him in the shoulder, the second nails him in the chest and the third is the final blow to his head. Colton staggers and then drops to the floor.

I can literally see the life draining out of his body. And I can see him lying in the awkward position with his arms and legs sprawled out around him.

The feed cuts to black.

There is a few seconds of pause and then the second video plays.

This time, it is daylight and the cops are milling about the scene. They've blocked it off with yellow tape and there's pictures being taken and plastic wrap on the furniture. People are chatting and observing the scene.

One of them kneels down to the body and gestures at the bullet holes, which are now evident. He turns and speaks to another man near him. I can't make out what they say though. For the looks of it, the footage is being filmed from the upper corner of the foyer, which is able to show most of the living room, foyer and dining room.

This goes on for a little bit, before the one kneeling gets to his feet and exclaims, clearly, "Looks like Hannibal Hacker got another one!"

"But the M.O. is different!" another man persists.

"Then explain this to me, Ed," he snaps, unraveling a piece of paper in his hands. "Found it lodged in the vic's mouth when we got here. I doubt it was used as a gag, since he's got no ligature marks on him. I think it's just a taunting message. Bastard's getting creative and shiftier. We're not letting this one get away with any more! Syracuse will return to the peace that it once had."

The man takes the paper and reads it out loud for the camera, unknowingly. "Well, here's another victim for you law enforcing hypocrites to find, analyze and draw cute little Scooby Doo detective conclusions about. Hannibal Hacker was feeling like trying something new this time. Someone hired him to kill this young boy, so I thought that a gun would be the best weapon to use. Enjoy burying your noses into this newest case, losers. I'm gonna be more infamous than the Zodiac Killer!"

The feed cuts to black immediately after he finishes speaking.

I look up to see my friend's faces watching mine.

Jonni speaks for them, after a few tense, awkward moments of silence. "So, um, what were you going to say when you came charging in here?"

I blink and then clear my throat. While the footage is jarring, like everything else has been so far, the serial killer made one major error being my cousin. "I just tried to make a nice confrontational call to my cousin Dorian and, low and behold, it went to voicemail. I'm no detective or professional criminologist, but I think that can be used as proof to show that he wasn't around during the vital time. And on top of it, his voicemail contains joking proof that he's messing with me. And that he's connected to Lynette."

I lift my hand back up and redial his number, hoping it'll go to voicemail again to show them.

Sure enough, it does.

The familiar dial tone sounds for his voicemail, followed by: "Dorian Maximilliaj can't come to the phone right now. He's too busy messing around with his little naive, stupid jock of a cousin to answer."

Another voice cuts in, a female's: "No, Dor, you can't say things like that. Just hang up, ya idiot!"

"Brilliant, Radim!" Spencer exclaims, clapping me on the back.

"Now, let's hope that nothing else happens and we can try to find the final piece: we need definitive proof now that your boneheaded, evil cousin is indeed the serial killer that is lurking and threatening Syracuse."

"Like...some kind of digital imprint?" I suggest, cocking my head and stroking my chin in thought.

"Precisely," Spencer replied, clapping me on the back a second time.