He may have beat the system and escaped justice, but the opportunistic and manipulative ‘master criminal’ has not escaped the deleterious effects of age and the omnipresent visceral fear of capture. He is very old and his mind is slipping, he is rapidly losing his grip on control. It is the inevitable result of living freely amongst us in a complex web of lies and looking over his shoulders for all those years. Now, with no one around to keep his unstable mind on the tracks, his web of lies is coming unglued. Each moment that passes slowly chisels him down. Knowing, but not knowing, who is watching him as he gleefully goes about his business. Watching him, clandestinely, in the shadows, like a mountain lion silently stalking its’ target. The hunter is the hunted.
It is unlikely now that he will leave the rest of us behind not knowing who he is, or was. He is currently executing the ultimate taunt and will then score the ultimate trophy – revealing himself to the world. So, unlike Jack the Ripper, his adoring masses can see the slippery manoeuvres and tactics he used that were so successful in fooling all but the most observant. The inept and willfully blind people will say, “What! That nice little old man!” “Impossible! He watches birds and loves dogs!” But there was always “something odd” about him.
Now that the authorities have thrown in the towel, if he brings forth any part of the ransom deliverables, he, himself, will prove to the world his superior intellect and cement his position among the superlative.
