"We'll all be killed if he keeps doing this, whether you're there or not," April said. "If not by the serial killer then the government." Or Vance. She couldn't know for sure, but she'd seen the way they'd locked Abby up, the way she was treated when she was considered a threat, she didn't think he'd let them live for a minute longer if they were deemed a threat to the group.
She rose an eyebrow. "How many pregnancies have you handled? How many have I? I know what I'm talking about and it's not about normal labor, what if something is wrong. What if I can't get to a hospital?" Turning, she looked out the window, staring at the calm suburban street outside.
"One trip," she finally said through clenched teeth. "But you do it my way not his. He says he can predict him? Let him, but he does that from here. He predicts when he thinks he's going to strike again, he picks out alleys that he thinks he might hit, but he only gets one attempt. You don't involve this Sarah girl in this, or any other girl for that matter. You focus on the alleys and only the alleys and you use your power to do so."
She turned back and stared at Eliot, her eyes determined. "Rent a car, drive around between his chosen alleys. After you're done, you return home and Nate will have to face that he failed to predict this man. He gets one shot, one only, no more. If you by any means of miracle do come across someone burning a woman in one of those alleys, you face the fact that the girl he's burning is already dead. There is no way to change that. There is no way to save her. You don't try to stop him, you don't kill him, you follow him and when you know where he lives, we call Vance and let him know where to pick him up."
"If you can't accept those terms, then I do mean it and you stay upstairs with Nate from now on, because I need you here with me completely, not running around with Nate."