"So who was the person that you thought was creepy?" Jax asked. They were both in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He was mixing a salad as Dani plates some steaks.

"I'm going to sound like a paranoid weirdo," his wife muttered.

Jax placed the salad in the middle of the kitchen island, "I promise I won't think you're a paranoid weirdo."

"You know that art class I went to? Well, I told you that the guy who runs the place has been to the diner."

"Yeah..."

"Well, today he walked me out of class and he mentioned things. Things he shouldn't have known about me."

Jax's eyes narrowed, "What kind of things?"

"He knew about the Maestro and he mentioned Oliver. I know those are things he could've somehow discovered but then he mentioned my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. It was like he knew she and I had a tough past together."

Jax felt the hair on the back of his neck as a wave of need to protect his wife washed over him, "What was his name?"

"Omar. Omar Price."

"I'll look into him. In the meantime, I don't want you going to that art class. I don't want you to be alone either. If I'm not around, you can't be by yourself."

"Is my husband trying to boss me around?" Dani asked, her voice playful.

Jax pulled her into his arms, "I'm sorry but can you please listen to me when it comes to your safety? You're carrying our baby, remember?"

Dani placed her hands on his cheeks, "I'm fine being precautious. Will you really look into Omar?"

"Of course. I'll even pay him a visit. He hasn't been stalking you or anything has he? Maybe I can get Roberto to help out since we're still waiting for him to get reinstated."

"When is that going to happen?"

"As soon as he meets with a shrink and gets the green light."

Jax's phone rang and he cursed when he saw who it was. His voice was rough when he answered, "Michaels here."

He grunted his understanding before saying, "I'll be there as soon as I can," and disconnecting the call.

"Work?" Dani asked.

"I'm sorry, Panda Eyes. We have another body. Can you call your brother, Calvin? I don't want you to be alone."

"Sure. I'll call him now."

Jax watched her leave the room and texted Roberto.

"Call me in an hour. We need to meet."

He could count on Roberto. His meeting with the shrink was scheduled next week. IN the meantime, he'd have Roberto follow up on this Omar Price person. Jax couldn't help but wonder how scared Dani must've felt. Omar Price didn't know it, but he messed with the wrong family.

______

Dr. Larry Wilcox shook his head in dismay as he stared at the body of Lulu Monroe, a local artist, who was currently in a tub full of bath water sprinkled with rose petals. Her arm dangled over the porcelain edge, revealing a perfect circle engraved on her palm.

"At this rate, the FBI might want to step in," Lila said, fingering her badge which was clipped to her belt.

"There's no connection to the other victims," Jax was standing beside them. "At least none I can see."

"None of us have been able to find a connection," Lila looked around the neat bathroom with pink tiled walls and laminate floors. The shower curtain had a rose print that matched the pink theme. "What if he's picking his victim randomly?"

"Murders don't typically choose random victims," Dr. Wilcox said. "Even subconsciously, they tend to choose similar victims."

"It's not something to rule out," Lila hunched down, her eyes examining the blonde victim. "She has no scratches or wounds that show she fought an attacker. I guess we'll have to wait on DNA to know for sure."

Dr. Wilcox nodded, "I'll call in forensics now. No use in waiting any longer."

He shuffled out of the small bathroom, leaving Jax and Lilah alone together.

"It's strange," Jax scratched the back of his head in frustration. "He'd been quiet for so long and then he suddenly struck again."

"A few months without killing," Lila nodded. "Do you think he's been holding himself back?"

"Why would he do that?"

Lila nodded, "Maybe we have a killer with a conscience. Maybe he only kills when he needs to. I don't know. I'm just throwing theories out there. None of the previous crime scenes had any evidence we could use."

Jax glanced at a carved rose made out of pink soap. The victim had been a local artist. He wondered if she had hand-carved the soap herself. His eyes wandered back to her hand and the perfect circle.

"Earlier, Wilcox said she was an artist, right?"

"That's right."

"What kind of artwork did she do?"

Lila frowned, "I'm not sure but I think she painted using oil-based paints. The spare bedroom has a ton of canvases. Why?"

"Do you think she ever attended any art classes?"

"We can ask and find out, Lilah said. "There can't be too many art classes in Roane."

"You don't have to check all of them. Just one in particular."

"Which one?"

Jax turned away from the delicate soap carving, "The Easy Easel."

"Do you have a lead I'm not aware of?" Lilah asked.

Jax thought of Omar price. The circle could be an O and Omar knew information about Dani that he shouldn't. Omar Prince had definitely moved to the top of his suspect list.

"It's not a lead," Jax admitted. "More like a hunch."

"We need more than a hunch since we don't have any evidence to get us closer to this killer."

Jax bit the inside of his cheek before responding, "Regardless, of what we don't know about this killer. There's one thing we do know."

"What's that?"

"Until we catch this guy, no one in this city is safe."