"Hello again, Mr. Montag," the same voice he had heard in his previous conversation said.
Grissom's thoughts returned to what he first thought when hearing the man's voice during the last call... It didn't sound much like the little he heard of Tommy's voice when they met a few hours ago. He stopped thinking about it when 'Tommy' mentioned Bri was in danger. When it came to Brianna, Grissom didn't act rationally. Grissom was now thinking he'd just made a huge mistake. Still holding the phone to his ear, he started moving his free hand...
"Don't even think about it, Mr. Montag," the male voice said. "Stay still."
"Oh, yeah?" Grissom replied. "Or what?"
"You've probably deduced by now that I'm watching you from a nearby building, Mr. Montag. What you probably don't know is that I'm watching you through the visor of a long range sniper rifle."
Grissom said nothing.
"One movement, Mr. Montag... One movement and I'll shoot you."
"What do you want?" Grissom said after a while, careful not to move anything but his mouth.
"I'm afriad you won't get to find out." the voice said. "Right now I just want you to move a single finger or sneeze so I can shoot you. I'd appreciate if you didn't take long... I've got a busy day ahead."
"You're him, aren't you?"
"Brilliant deduction, Mr. Montag. Indeed I am. I'll leave the obligatory clue once you're done."
"Well, Kiefer..." Grissom mocklingly said "You got me on a tight spot now. Isn't it time for you to tell me your master plan, mate?"
"All I'll tell you right now is that I'm smiling... You know what they say... 'First you must learn how to smile when you kill'..."
