"Indeed he is, yet beauty is often the most alluring danger. When we see nothing to fear, we fear nothing we see. He is a serpent slinking through the grass, Ms. Jones, his brilliant scales perfectly mimicking the textures and hues of his environment. As with the serpent in nature, he has adapted his natural camouflage in order to escape detection and prosecute his kills. Let the unwary foot fall, and he strikes!"
"I see," returned Cassandra dryly, her keen eyes on their subject, where he now huddled amid a larger group of children, all of whom displayed fear in his presence, though they listened intently to his every word. "According to his file, the state tried the boy on two counts of manslaughter, after he shot and killed his foster-parents, who were abusing him at the time."
"Allegedly abusing him," corrected the doctor.
"Evidence of the abuse was sufficient for the jury to acquit him of the crimes with the mitigating circumstance of insanity."
Doctor Garcia exhaled laboriously, and massaged his chest with the two forefingers of his right hand. "Thus, he is with us today."