"No, I don't think he did it for the joy of killing," Skye says thoughtfully. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen an emotion even close to joy or pleasure in that man. I believe he was studying it as he baited it. He was watching its reactions to his movements."

A thought occurs to me. "Do you think he does that often? Watches them?"

She nods absently, reaching into the crib to touch her nephew again, as though she can't get enough. "Yes, I've seen him watching ...