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`` This is it boys!'' I said to the men in blue in front of me. Being a detective for over fifteen years now, and I finally felt I was going to make a difference in solving this case. `` I received a tip that should nail us the serial killer we've been looking for, for over a decade!.'' I received a letter this morning from an unknown source that I could only assume was the murderer himself. The letter was cold, filled with anger and despair, but he gave hints along the way of his next victim. I had him, I had him in my hands and I was finally going to be that somebody to stop this man. 
 
 That October night was a bit cold, as I introduced myself to Ms. Jones. We uncovered every single detail of her history, but all we really know that fits the bill of this serial killer as that she is a rich woman, who uses her wealth to influence politics. Why the serial killer only sought this bio? We're not entirely sure. She was sweet as can be, and clearly would n't be able to handle any rough handling without bruising, but no one was dying tonight. I could assure that. 
 
 I chatted with her into the late hours, maybe it was around 1:30 a.m. where I started to lose hope of this happening. Most of the murders committed were around midnight, and it was past that. Was this is a trick? Was there another person he should have considered? Ms. Jones in front of him smiled as he considered those options in his head, but his eyes were getting heavy, and his mind was getting weary. He needed some rest, or else who would n't help her when she needed it most. 
 
 `` Are you feeling tired?'' I asked her. Her response was in a firm shake of a no. She definitely had years ahead of her with her health `` Would you mind if I closed my eyes a bit? If you hear anything, please wake me up!'' 
 
 `` Please go ahead,'' she said with a smile. My eyes closed, and in moments, I slept. My dreams were nightmares that time, I could imagine how viciously murdered Ms. Jones was going to be. I could feel myself squirming in my sleep as I tossed in the couch seat, and could hear the screams and blood being painted on the walls. The trademark of the serial killer was always cutting open the head to leave the brains out in the open, a disgusting trait. 
 
 I awoke, still sitting down. I saw a bright light above me, and I was now sitting in front of a desk. A police officer walked in, I did n't recognize him but he sat in front of me, just staring at me `` Where's Ms. Jones, is she alright?'' 
 
 `` That's why you're here, buddy,'' the man responded `` What did you do to her?'' He laid out the pictures of her corpse in front of me. Everything in my nightmare was real. Oh how did I let this happen? How did I not stop this man? 
 
 `` I'm sorry I fell asleep!'' I exclaimed and started to tear, and the officer looked at me oddly. I could tell he did n't believe me. Why did n't he believe me? We're brothers united through law enforcement, are n't we? Then I saw the final picture, the murderer? It was, me.
