[ WP ] You are a murder detective in 1970 's South Chicago , a serial killer has recently began killing again . A year of cat and mouse between you and the killer , leads you to the conclusion that you are the murderer .

I stared in the mirror and studied my eyes. Crows' feet had developed in the last year. They also looked lost, they were searching for something. Some sort of resolution to this madness. They were searching for *him*. But I had finally found him. 
 
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 *1 Year Ago* 
 
 *'' The case is yours Mulligan. He's started it again. I know this might be personal for you, but you're going to have to be professional about it alright? And if you want out, or you want to talk, my door is always open for you'' * 
 
 *'' Yes sir, you need n't worry about me. I know what I'm doing'' * 
 
 *This would be a difficult one. I had n't had to think about him in years, but he had started once more. I knew this was no coincidence. He wanted to provoke me into action. He'd already hurt me once, and he wanted to pull me out again. I knew he liked to toy with victims already. * 
 
 *I remembered the sight of my parents bleeding out before me, their wrists bound together and bleeding. I would never forget that. * 
 
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 I placed my gun in the holster and walked briskly to my car. The windy city's stench filled my nostrils with the breath of the dead. The raindrops made their way down my windshield. They reminded me of the blood shed. This was on me. I should have caught him in time. 
 
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 *6 Months Ago: * 
 
 *I held the love of my life in her arms as her breath faded. Two bullets in the chest as we had had dinner. I did n't have time to chase him, but I saw him run through the window. The ambulance would be here soon. But they would be too late. She told me she loved me. Those were her last words. It was our anniversary* 
 
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 It's not often one gets the opportunity to change lives. Sure I'd help a woman cross a street. I'd tip a little extra if I'd had a nice meal. Throw a little cash at the cab driver. 
 
 But this would *change lives*. I would make a difference once and for all. 
 
 I pulled into the lot of the abandoned dockyard and sat in the car taking the sights in. I would be a hero. 
 
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 *2 Days Ago* 
 
 *Childhood is a precious thing. I do n't care much for kids. But my son was my world. * **was**. 
 
 *My boss pulled me out of the case yesterday, after the funeral. It was n't good for me anymore he said. He'd pay for the counseling. He would understand if I quit. He did n't understand at all. * 
 
 *I walked back into my empty home. No noise. No hugs from him. No kiss from her. My feet felt like lead. My chair creaked with my weight as I placed myself upon it. * 
 
 *I woke up with a knife in my car. The neighborhood was familiar. I looked to the house at my side. Jenkins. My boss. I wondered why I was here. I placed the knife in the glovebox and stepped out. I knocked but no one answered so I stepped in. My eyes met his as I walked into the hallway. He'd always been a boring person. He had dead eyes. Jenkins was dead. My boss. His blood stained the carpet. I was petrified. After an eon, I moved one foot in front of the other and made my way outside. My car started after a little coaxing. I had found him. * 
 
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 I attached the silencer. I did n't want to make too much noise in the beginning. I shot out some windows, broke a few boxes. Then made a small incision in my forearm and smeared the blood on a few strategic locations. 
 
 I would n't go without a fight. 
 
 I threw the silencer into the lake when I was done. I wanted the gunshot to be heard. I sat at the dock, watching the clouds roll. I wanted to take it all in before I pulled the trigger.
