"No, I'm not helping you again," he stood behind the desk arms crossed, purposefully not making eye contact with Christine.

"But Jimmy," she leaned over the desk, giving him an intentional glance down her top, "I need to see him."

Jimmy, a short, stacked man with a buzz cut kept his eyes down. This was not the first time Christine had wanted to see Jutterford Jail's most infamous inmate. She knew the schedule and had always turned up for Jimmy when she wanted to talk with Kevin Kline.

"This isn't just a social visit though Jimmy," she started a fake blubber, one perfected over the years to be as convincing as real tears.

"No Christine."

"My friend died, I need him to help me find her killer," the crocodile tears were beginning to roll down her face.

"Nope," he kept his head down.

"Then it's a conjugal visit," the tears turned off, they weren't going to work.

"He's paralysed, what could he possibly do that you can't get on the outside?" He finally glanced up and then slightly down to her cleavage.

"It's not his cock I'm in love with Jimmy, he's not the lover I'm sure you are," she winked and bit her lower lip.

"Well..."

"I'm in love with his mind, it's so sexy..."

"Christine stop," Doug's voice came from behind her, "Jimmy, how's the wife and kids?"

He bolted at the sight of Doug like a naughty school boy who'd been caught doing something wrong.

"They're fine detective, Izzy just started school."

"Excellent, do us a favour. We need to see Kevin as part of an investigation," he leaned over the desk in the same pose Christine was; though he looked much less seductive. "It is a matter of urgency so if you do this for me I promise I'll sort out the paperwork tomorrow and backdate it."

"Doug, I trust you will but you have to appreciate that seeing Kevin is more difficult than any others here."

"I know but..."

"Doug, he's not only nuts - he's famously nuts. He's a complete lunatic. The press are all over him, even now, three years on. There isn't a week I don't get someone wanting to see him."

"Jimmy, I know, but he's the best puzzle solver I've ever met and we have a code that needs cracking before someone else dies tonight. I know," he placed both hands gently, palm down on the desk, "I really do know and appreciate how big a favour this is. I want you to remember you could be saving someone's life."

There was a pause in which both Christine and Doug stared at the increasingly diminutive prison guard. He'd learned this trick from Christine herself - the long pause, it always made them break if used at the right time.

""Fine," Jimmy whispered presenting a form from underneath the desk. He placed a pen in front of Doug who needed no further instruction. He picked it up and signed the form. "Come with me."

Jimmy handed the visitors their passes and left his sanctuary behind his desk. He spun a set of keys around his fingers and lead then through the cast iron gates that were next to the guard station. Two young but very large men searched them and nodded at Jimmy to proceed.

Jimmy and Doug went ahead as Christine struggled. She had not been lying back at the reception, she did find Kevin attractive. It wasn't in the way that women fall deeply in love with an inmate on death row, it was more than that. In him she thought she had found her intellectual equal, it genuinely was his brain she found sexy.

He wasn't like most psychopaths, and she had met her fair share. He wasn't proud of what he had done. He also wasn't remorseful, he felt he had done the right thing by killing those two people. The third kill he still maintained innocence for. He claimed it had been ghosts that had killed his girlfriend and the fourth he got stopped just before he was able to commit the crime but he admitted intent.

They turned right just before they got to the main foyer. A small, white washed corridor and they were out a door in to the courtyard. The building was impressive. Unlike the new, high-tech prisons, Jutterford was a century old and still standing strong. The tall, brickwork building with its barred windows not only impressed but intimidated.

They approached the lone outbuilding as inmates had just realised a female was present and started wolf whistling from their cells. Jimmy removed the largest key from the ring, turned it and, with a large clunk, threw the door open.

The block had four cells positioned like horse stables. The doors were solid iron except a small gap barely big enough to peek through. Christine pushed ahead of the two men toward Kevin's cell. She had come here often after she had first caught him. Initially out of professional duty, interviewing etc. It had later been to just talk. She had always looked for the perfect murder, one that was unsolvable. That was her motivation and Kevin had come so close but what appeared to be a remnant of a conscience had got in the way.

She peered through the hole in the door. He sat in his chair staring at the wall as he always did. It was not through need determined by the prison guards but by request of Kevin. He had demanded that, to keep people safe he would need a cell with no stimulation. No sound, no posters, and as little shadow as possible. Had he not been the famous case he was they would have denied him this due to his inability to walk. However pressure from the media meant that his wishes had been granted.

Christine held her hand out and Jimmy put the key to the cell in her hand. She put it in the key hole and without an ounce of fear entered the cell. She approached the slim man. He had a well defined face though looked vacant. She sat down in front of him cross legged as there was nothing else in the room but the man and his wheelchair.

"Hi Kevin," she said calmly putting her hand on his knee.

He slowly raised his head so his eyes met hers, "Detective Yarrow, how are you?"

His voice was calm, polite and sincere. Something about it still shook Doug to the core. His thin, but gentle smile worried the hardened detective like few other men he'd sent down could.

"How's life in here?" Christine asked.

"It's safe, better I'm in here than out there," his eyes had returned to his lap.

"Listen Kevin, I need to borrow your brain, you could help save a life tonight. I need help with a puzzle.

His eyes jolted up, he liked puzzles. It was the only luxury he allowed himself , a cryptic crossword at the start of the day.

"A puzzle? What type?" He asked.

"A code."

"Okay let's see," he held out his hand to Christine.

Christine ignored the gesture and laid out four pictures on the floor. Each photo was of one of the murder victims and a close up on their cheeks. Doug had brought them with him and given them to her when he arrived.

"Four dead women, all have a face carved in to their cheeks and three numbers separated by a full stop. What do you think."

Kevin seemed unphased by the presentation of four dead women laid out in front of him. He was not aroused or excited just undeterred by it.

"What order where they killed?" He asked.

Christine reshuffled  the papers to put them in order.

"Think that's important," Doug asked.

Kevin paused and looked at him wondering why Christine wasn't asking him, "maybe, probably not. It could help though. The smiley faces look like a trademark, maybe how he's feeling. They're almost teasing. The numbers are interesting though."

"That's what I thought," said Christine.

"I'd say one of three things, they're either  references, coordinates or a code from some sort of master copy."

"Well what is the code?"

"Impossible to tell from twelve numbers. If it is a code each number will represent something but without a constant you can't decipher it. Take this one 8.18.2. Most obvious would be each number represents a letter or sound. To decipher it you need more numbers though or a message that is linked to the picture."

Christine stared at the ground, disappointed. She had been sure that Kevin could help.

"Anything more?" She asked.

"As I said there isn't enough here if it is a code. Have you checked the bible, may be references to that?"

Christine smiled a sad smile and piled the papers back up. Kevin's eyes drifted toward the door that had been left open.

"No I can't," he whispered.

"Excuse me?" Doug asked.

"Nothing," Kevin replied looking past Doug.

Christine, still sat down turned around and looked through the two men guarding he door.

"Christine can you see him?" Kevin whispered.

"See who Kevi..."

She fell to the floor as the man jumped off his seat and dived into her back wrapping his forearms around her throat. She flailed like a fish under his weight. Her hands raised to his arms as she desperately tried to ply the man off of her.

She tried to scream as Doug and Jimmy both tried pulling him off her but his arms were locked. All they were doing was raising her head off the ground.

"I'm sorry, he wants me to," Kevin whispered through the whimpers.

And he flew off her as dougs old, peeling, brown, leather shoe made contact with the side of his face. His grip released but twisting Christine's neck in the process. He lay curled up on the floor. His legs crossed over and distorted where he had no control over them. He was crying.

"Leave him," Christine rasped out as Doug went to pummel the man, "can't you see he's no longer a threat."

She held her neck and lay on her back looking across the floor at the crying man.