By the time he shut the office door behind him, it was dark outside, orange streetlamps illuminating the sleeping town, casting shadows across the roads and the signs stuck to every lampost, decorating every shop window and every public building. They were still at large, and it was his job to catch them, and he had never had less of a lead in his life.
Seven victims, all found dead in the middle of alleyways, or cul-de-sacs, as if they'd...

The streets were shrouded in shadows, the cold, bitter air a knife against my cheek. I walked briskly, my shoes clipping down sharply on the narrow stone pavement. The smell of cigarettes and old, musty trash lingered in the air, melded together with forgotten memories and criminal acts in this godforsaken corner of conspiracy. England wasn't generally a crime-filled country, but this place...Such a rancid little town it was. I turned sharply, and saw the first light Id seen in...

It was a secret love of mine, cleaning our attic. I spent the day looking over all the old junk my parents threw up there, never to use again. We had a black filing case where we kept all of our documents. I was flicking through it curiously when an edge of paper caught my eye. I pulled out a bent, frayed death certificate.
Brushing some dust off of its surface, I spotted my name printed on the sheet. I...

The streets were shrouded in shadows, the cold, bitter air a knife against my cheek. I walked briskly, my shoes clipping down sharply on the narrow stone pavement. The smell of cigarettes and old, musty trash lingered in the air, melded together with forgotten memories and criminal acts in this godforsaken corner of conspiracy. England wasnt generally a crime-filled country, but this placeSuch a rancid little town it was. I turned sharply, and saw the first light Id seen in...