Hey, readers! What you are about to read is possibly a sequel to 'These Grey Skies.' My girlfriend and I haven't really decided where to go with this. We have so many directions that this can go that we haven't decided. This might be a short story. This might turn into a potential series. As of now, just enjoy and let us know what you think.

Rain was in the forecast on this gloomy autumn night, yet that wasn't a cloud in the sky. She tightened her jacket as she scurried across the parking lot to get to her vehicle. She was fortunate to park near the front row of the complex. A blessing of exchanging a shift with a fellow co-worker. It wasn't often that she worked nights, but she needed the money and funds were quite short during this time of year. Her 1989 Pontiac Grand Am was her prized possession. In fact, it was the only possession that was worth valuable to her; amongst other things. She hanged the ID that she called her burden on the console below the mirror. She put her car into park and made her way out of the complex and onto the highway.

She made to the uneven roads of the one-laned highway that was going to carry her over 15 minutes until she made the interstate of her route home. The same road she has traveled to work for many years. The same uneven road that the Department of Streets and Sewage promised that they were going to fix. The same uneven road that had a crooked forked tree that curved into the highway. The same uneven road that became uneasy when rain makes contact with the road. The same uneven road that she had her first wreck because of its asymmetry. Yet that was the only road to get to her job. The only job that she was qualified to work. Even with its subservient pay, she had no choice but to work until better opportunities come her way.

She had been saying that over the last few years with no results.

Rain was in the forecast. It was an instinct she picked during her early childhood days on the farm. It was a simpler time for the girl. She scratched her nose at the thought of her childhood. She rubbed her face as she looked for a decent radio station with proper reception. The fallacy of working in the sticks, she thought to herself. A talk show had to suffice until she made to the city limits. NPR was not her cup of tea, but it had to do. She listened to it every now and again if she wanted to be informed. Nowadays, she would rather be naive and kept herself hidden from anything occurring. Life hasn't been so grand for the girl, but she was making the best of what life had given her.

Rain was in the forecast. She picked up the instinct when she felt a tinge in her stomach. The pores exposed her skin and her skin became sensitive. When she felt that uneasy feeling, she told her parents that rain was approaching. When seeing the rain occurred for the first time, her parents were appreciative of her whimsicalness. They even gave her the nickname, the human barometer. Those were good times back then, she thought. Those were times when the family was in peace. Their name showed modesty when she came from. However, there wasn't much holding the family back since they lost the farm. There wasn't much holding the family back when her father died. There wasn't much holding the family back when her mother was killed. There wasn't much holding the family back after she and her sister went their separate ways.

She called herself Loose Ends since she felt that anything that came into her grasp would easily fall out of her hands. Through her recent divorce through her third husband, she lost everything and even the stepchildren she finally adored. She began loving them more than her own children. When she separated from their father, there was no reason for them to stay attached to their mother. She shrugged and counted her lost as a loose end. It didn't matter. She didn't even really wanted children. It was through the advice of her first husband to have them. She never had faith in herself. And why not, she thought as she kept her grip on the road, in the end, it was going to fall out of her hand.

She turned on the highlights the moment she felt droplets of rain pelting her windshield. There were no streetlights on this road. Normally, the moon would have been the only source of visibility, but instead, the highlights would serve as her guiding light until she made the highway. She still had ten minutes to go.

She turned on the air conditioner. The coolness was soothing to her skin. Although it was cold outside, the feeling of it calmed her down. She felt uneven. She knew it was hot flashes or maybe it was menopause. Be as it may, she wanted to be cool. Her thoughts were still on the days of her life and what direction led her to be where she was today.

A flash of lightning brightened the car like a camera flash. The flash of lightning showed her ID. She was smiling. Who was she smiling for? Why she was smiling for? Those were the questions as she took that picture. She didn't like her co-workers. She could hardly stand her boss. She even didn't like the man who gave her the picture. She would admit he was quite handsome, reminding her of John Ritter in the '70s, but when mistakes of past life happen, she had to take what she could get.

She graduated with her bachelors in Psychology. She attended medical school to earn her psychiatry license. How in the hell did she hit rock bottom to serve as a guidance counselor for mentally ill patients? She didn't want to ask that question. She gritted her teeth at the thought of her past mistakes. And whenever she looked in the mirror, it made her angry. It frustrated her to the core to hate herself. She wished she could look different. She wished she could change faces for a day to not look like herself.

She felt that way because her face reminded her of a person she hadn't seen in many years. A person that she felt was responsible for setting the motion of her demise. A person who paved the way for her to become where she was today. She didn't like how she looked. No matter how much hair dye she purchased; cutting her hair; and paying for rhinoplasty, there was no replacing that face.

For the rest of her life, she had to don the look of her mother, her father, and overall, her sister.

She was five minutes away from the main highway when she decided to turn to the radio for the companionship. She knew that there wasn't going to be any when she came home. The only thing that welcomed her was silence. Before the divorce, she had a tropical fish. However, one night, she fell asleep and the air conditioner broke. In result, the fish was boiled to death. Once again, she cut it as a loose end.

Alright, ladies and gentleman, this is the Listening Hour with Horatio Iwata. If you are just tuning in, I want to have a deep discussion about today's topic with my guest, Mr. Choi because this case still gives me shivers to this very day. And I say that because it's not every day that a woman is capable of single-handedly commit such atrocious crimes that it is going to remain infamous in San Fransokyo's history. You have to remember, Mr. Choi, that San Fransokyo is home to many events that impacted and shaped our city. From the incidents at Fruitvale Station to the Oakland riots. From the Zodiac Killer to civil rights movements in Ashbury. My point is that it is amazing how one person, excuse me, one woman was capable of doing such heinous crimes that will be forever imprinted in our city's history. I know I have said it earlier, but it still amazes me. I am talking about the case of the Leiko Tanaka. Known to others as GoGo Tomago and to the rest of the world, the Fatale Succubus!

It was nearly fifteen years ago when Tomago was arrested for a long list of charges. It included capital murder, aggravated murder, attempted second-degree murder, possession of child pornography, aggravated rape, kidnapping, and video voyeurism. Crimes that were not only national but international as well. Crimes that spread from her early childhood in Japan to her adult years here in America. What made this case so significant because it was through one of her victims that perpetuated the circumstances and put her in the predicament that she is today.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Iwata, it was because of Hiro Hamada?

You are correct, Mr. Choi. Hiro Hamada was the key that unlocked the door to the prowess of this woman. Hamada was subjected to abuse from Tomago. According to his testimony, he had spent many months suffering from her wrath. Overall, it was sexual and physical abuse, which stemmed to mental abuse. He went into specific, graphic detail of the things he had encountered under her duress. I don't think I have to go into specifics. This case can be seen anywhere on the web. There are case studies regarding this crime. What makes this an interesting case is it isn't often discussed regarding woman-on-male abuse. Although it is an occurrence, it is still a touchy subject. A taboo, if you will. A very touchy subject once again.

A very delicate subject indeed. Hamada was eighteen at the time of these attacks. According to documents at trial, there were many people who knew of the abuse but went unreported. Excuse me, there were certain elements that an investigation was in order, but it wasn't in the consent of the victim, Hamada. I remember Hamada's friend and then-Officer Wasabi contacted the late detective, Jake Uchiyama, to assist him in gathering evidence of Tomago's abuse. To help a frailing friend cost brought consequences. For some, even death.

Quite true, Mr. Choi. Detective Uchiyama was working discreetly with then-Officer Wasabi to gather evidence on Tomago's abuse. Thanks to the networking and creative hacking skills of Wasabi's wife and Uchiyama's sister, Chigusa Uchiyama, they were able to gather intel and provide the proof that would implicate Tomago with allegations without having Hamada confess directly. However, Tomago somehow learned that Uchiyama and Wasabi were onto her. In the days that followed, Detective Uchiyama was killed. Chigusa Uchiyama was severely beaten, raped, and left for dead at her apartment complex. Hamada attempted suicide after Tomago released material of her sexual abuse to him onto the internet.

The events were tragic as it went, Mr. Iwata. The silver lining was thanks to the intel of Uchiyama and Wasabi that it led to a journal that was written by Hamada's deceased brother Tadashi Hamada.

Yes! Thanks to Tadashi Hamada's written journal and the flash drive that contained wealthy information of evidence that led to Tomago's arrest. Unfortunately, the celebration was short-lived after she was released on bail. Later that day, she killed her mother, Chizuru Tanaka and kidnapped Hiro Hamada. According to testimony from Hamada, she had kept her hostage before an attempted rescue was reached by his then-aunt, Cass Hamada. Unfortunately, Tomago subdued her as well. The kidnapping eventually led to a hostage situation that cost the life of an FBI agent and the near-killing of Hiro Hamada.

What surprises me are two things. One, she received a very light sentence of 25 years in a mental institution. Two, the charade she delivered in front of Hamada when reporting to him that she was pregnant with their children.

That alone proved that Tomago suffered from many disorders. One of which is a narcissistic personality disorder. I even believed that she even suffered from a dissociative personality disorder. If you read into her history, stemming from childhood, she was involved in physical and sexual assaults. The earliest was when she physically assaulted two of her classmates when she was ten years old. Following the incident, she sexually abused a male classmate. Documents even show her first murder when she was only fifteen-years-old.

It seems obvious to me that in the mind of Tomago, sex and violence is a powerful weapon to her. She will obtain her control by using those devices by any means necessary.

Thus, confessing to Hamada about her pregnancy. It is to inform Hamada that she is still in control. If I could speak for her, she was letting him know that 'no prison or institution can stop me to have control over you. And as long as I have your children, I am still powerful all the way.'

Do you think Tomago would have ever stopped if she went unreported?

She isn't called the Fatale Succubus for anything. She has an insatiable appetite that grew more and more over the years. She didn't receive the proper help to quell her psychosis. It goes back to her early childhood after suffering from physical and mental abuse from her mother. Anger and rage that build to the point of no return. Her assaults got worse and worse, victim by victim. If Tomago went unreported with Hamada, I honestly believed that Hamada wouldn't be standing here with us today.

Do you think Tomago will ever be released into society?

There is an upcoming parole hearing in the next few weeks to see if she is fit to return to society. Since being in the hospital, it has been said she is a model prisoner. At forty years old, she is even responsible for her own group therapy with fellow inmates. She earned her bachelor's degree in Psychology and even earned her master's in Clinical Psychology. She is even writing a book that chronicles her past. She hopes if she is released to make amends for the mistakes she has committed to those she had harmed. In particular, Hiro Hamada and the children she has never met.

Where are Hiro Hamada and the children today?

Hiro Hamada has since moved to San Diego after his spending twelve years in Boston. He is currently working as a professor at UC San Diego. As for Tomago's children, they were separated at birth and were adopted. One is believed to be in the San Fransokyo area. The other child was reported to be living in Australia.

If you're just joining us, tonight's guest is Richard Choi, a crime analyst from Chicago. As ever, we want to hear from you. Mr. Choi is happy to take questions. Our number is….

She switched the radio off. She didn't want to hear any further information about the Fatale Succubus, GoGo, Leiko, whatever name they have given her. It grieved her to know that her name still rang in the area. Like a black mark that can never escape the woman. A mistake that she can never be forgotten.

For she, too, played in role in the events that unfolded with GoGo Tomago. A flash of lightning displayed light at the vehicle. It showed her ID again. It showed her smile. It showed her frizzy brown hair. It displayed everything about herself that she disliked. Because she favored her mother, her father, and overall, her sister.

Catherine Grey

To be continued….

I hope you guys enjoyed! As we mentioned, we aren't sure about the direction yet. We know it will be another suspenseful story. Stay tuned! Until we meet again!