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lost their lives
in the fictional fire. At the conclusion, the chief’s wife had married a drug
dealer, Joe was a political figure trying to legalize heterosexual marriage,
and the psychopath went on playing with the police and the government.
    The last scene contained with these
words: and they were happy for the time being, all police forces hunting
down Killer (that was the sick-minded man’s name) and bringing down justice.
They keep looking, but when will they stop? A photo was on top of the last
note, showing a bunch of policemen sitting in a dark room. In the background D.
could see the same web of madness on this wall in the locker room--on the wall
in the photograph. D. searched elsewhere in the web. He saw a scribbled page
taken from a spiral notebook; he noticed the three-holed paper punched through.
Dark purple hue from the pen ink filled the page coloring the tiny letters.
     
    To Whoever Can Read,
              I
believe I am so innocent that I am perhaps guilty. People believe I committed a
CRIME, betrayed my fellow officers, and raped two little girls in a petite
school building. With my head clear, I can safely assure you all that I never
committed any crimes (I vow this even to GOD) and have only left the force for
secret reasons even I cannot pen into THIS NOTEBOOK.
              As
for those two little girls . . . PEOPLE BELIEVE ANYTHING. [Illegible from tears
and pen scribbles] they, them . . . they were too innocent for me to touch
them.  I didn’t do anything harmful to them, only gave them candy. Then one
day, one time, they SCREAMED and everything went [illegible]. A touch of a
dress was all, okay? OKAY? OKAY! OKAY, YOU BELIVE ME! I’m so sorry I’m yelling
even though nothing is coming out of my mouth. But the girls, Lisa and Jenny,
they never were wrong, though. They had friends but never were they so cruel as
to tattletale like this. I never raped anyone nor will I ever. "I’LL NEVER
TOUCH ANOTHER WOMAN IN MY LIFE, I SWEAR IT. I’D NEVER . . . I’D NEVER  . . .
JOANNE IS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME, EVEN WHEN SHE DIES
              I promise. Do
you promise?
    Sincerely,
    Your Best Friend
              D.
was tight-lipped. An attack on the police department and a confession letter
was supposed to fix what? He noticed the man signed himself, “Your Best Friend.”
Best friend of someone, but D. never suspected him or the chief to be one of
them. Nevertheless, it presented a very frightening scene to him and much more
to an officer who stumbled upon this while doing his daily locker routine.
              He
thought it quite a story indeed.
    D.
opened the door and exited the locker room. He decided to go out the back since
he didn’t want to appear suspicious to the security guards at the front and
Chief Advert for departing so late. For the second time that night, D. began to
think. Big money was always a good thing, but D. didn’t know if it was worth
it. People were always looking for crimes to solve, so there must be
competition. But even then, why would the chief police want him, D.? As
mentioned before, he was nearing his seventies and worked slower than before;
his prime years must have been in his forties. Lonely hours watching reruns of
old TV shows did nothing to help the matter, but it was what he did to pass the
time. He grew old to the bitter taste of crime, knowing many types of cases that
didn’t require much of a brain to solve (just for extra money he slowed himself
down, but that didn’t happen often). If he were to buy that new apartment on a
higher floor than the dingy one he had now, he had to get working.
    D. rushed out onto the raining streets
of the city. His case was a simple one, but he never understood it. The chief
had given him a folder containing all the information he needed to get started.
However, when D. got a good look at it, he was sorely confused. All the
information given was the background info of a man named Paul McDermott,