Dial "K" for Killer . . .

SVU Hot Line operator Alexandra Rollins doesn't know what to do when she begins receiving vicious calls from a man threatening to commit murder. She can't tell the police - all calss are meant to be confidential. Besides, it's probably just a practical joke. It's best not to get involved . . . right?
Wrong. The maniac's threat turns into a promise when one of Alexandra's closest friends is killed on campus. Overcome with guilt, she decides to trap the killer herself. But he's watching her every move . . . in fact, he's even closer to Alexandra than she realizes. Is the end of her life just a phone call away?

Murder on the line . . .

"SVU Substance Abuse Hot Line," she repeated. "This is operator number three."
Man, she sounded cool. So cold, butter wouldn't melt in that lucious mouth of hers. But he could tell that was all an act. He grasped the phone more tightly, ready to give her what she needed. Suddenly he wanted to torment her. Scare her. Break her free from that icy shell. Let her be who she really was deep inside. Force her to be -
"Is anyone there? How can I help you?"
A hint of strain, not good. She'd hang up soon, he knew. He'd let her suffer long enough. "Help me?" he began, his voice aching. "Ohhh . . . I can think of lot's of ways."
He heard her sharp intake of breath. Then the line fell silent. But he could tell she hadn't hung up. He licked his dry lips. "How's this for a change?" he asked. "I'm calling to help you. And I can help you. You do believe me, don't you?"
"H-How can you help me?" she asked nervously.
"I can help you understand. I know you 'cause you're just like me. You're torn in two." He waited and smiled. The very fact that she had stayed on the line told him he was right.

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