text: I drummed my fingers lightly on the table. The guard standing next to me shifted uncomfortably. The interview was set to start in two minutes. "Are you gonna be here the whole time?" I asked looking up at him. &#x200B; "If that is what you wish, but he will be handcuffed. He will not be able to hurt you." He said without looking down at me. I looked forward towards the door that leads to the interworkings of the prison. &#x200B; "Actually, I think it would be best if it was just me and him. He might be more comfortable that way." I said without taking my eyes off the door, looking for movement behind it. He gave me no response. I looked down at my watch. One minute until show time. I fiddled with my notes again, checked the tape recorder once again to make sure it was in working order. I didn't want to miss a single second of this. &#x200B; "Keep it movin'," I heard a surly voice say from beyond the door. The guard glanced at me then shifted again. Keys jingling, then the knob turning, and then there he was. The most prolific serial killer in the history of the state of Arizona, looking right at me. &#x200B; He was neat, clean-cut, freshly shaven. He's been in solitary for the past three weeks, he must have cleaned up special for this. He must be able to feel my repulse and excitement rolling off of me in waves. He gave me a small smile. I turned to the guard next to me, gave him a nod as his cue to leave, he hit me with a looked that asked me "Are you sure? Really sure?", but my gaze didn't waver. &#x200B; Once he was secured, and the doors were shut, it was time to begin. They had cleared out the visitor room just for this, we were seated at a small table near a window that overlooked the yard. I knew they would be watching us. He cocked his head at me, shot me that grin again. The smile never reached his eyes. I cleared my throat, reached for the recorder, and started the recording. &#x200B; He glanced at the recorder, then back at me. "Hello Ms.Ward, it's nice to meet you. My name is John Doe", he made the motion of going in for a handshake, but fell short due to the restrictions. I tried to smile. &#x200B; "They told you my name?" I asked with genuine interest. I hadn't exactly agreed to be the interviewer until yesterday. He seemed delighted with this. &#x200B; "Well yes, I know everything about you, Ms. Ward. It truly is a pleasure to meet you." He stared at me as he said this, his cold eyes never leaving my face. I laughed lightly despite the panic rising within me. "What exactly do you know about me?" I said trying my best to keep eye contact. He drops his eyes, then slowly pulled them back to meet mine, that grin never leaving his face. "I know that you are originally from Portland, left when you were 18 and then hopped from state to state until you found a place that stuck. I believe you lived in California, Washington, Montana, Idaho, Nevada, and Utah. Ah, yes, with a brief stay in New Mexico. You work for the East Valley Tribune, and I know that you're the new kid on the block there, don't exactly fit in. Haven't made any friends despite being here since January. Stick to yourself, don't you? I imagine you living in a small, neat apartment, short lease. You never know when you might want to pack up and leave again. No boyfriend, I suppose no romance has entered your life in the past decade. From the divorce I suspect." He spoke with a calm tone to his voice. It felt like I was talking to one of my teachers in elementary school. &#x200B; "I've read everything you've written. Talented writer I must say. This doesn't really fit with the rest of your work, does it? You've stayed away from crime. I think you got stuck with me because no one else had the balls to sit across the table from me. Is that close? " Silence fell for a moment. His face never moved. "Right on the money," I replied. I looked down at my notes, lost for a moment. "Let's start, shall we?" I said. His expression didn't change. He eased back in his chair. &#x200B; "Fire away.