[ WP ] The police employ a Seer whose prophecies are in rhyming couplets . As a master criminal , you have to devise crimes that centre around things that do not rhyme .

I do n't make the papers. There's nothing in the news about a fancy killer with a catchy name. Just bodies. Bloodied bodies that suffered blunt force trauma from an as yet unidentified weapon. The police with their precious prophetess ca n't find a murder weapon. No weapon, no motive, no manhunt. 
 
 Their mistake was in letting slip the secret of their seer- rhyming couplets reused in headlines, gobbled up by ravenous readers. They were always caught blind when the found my varied victims. No rhyme or reason to be found. 
 
 I almost laugh as I raise my abacus to strike again.
