I unexpectedly find myself part of an investigation to find a serial murderer.
After receiving a sensitive note and previous letters showing proof of his whereabouts, I know who he is, and where he is. And I'm scared.
The police chief seems to be fine with having me keep these highly sensitive documents in my hotel room where I found them originally. I disagree, and insist on putting them in the safe. He agrees and says that that's what he would do.
What strikes me strange is why he didn't offer that in the first place.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This Is All of Me #2
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