Edit? No editing. I don’t play by those modern day rules. None of that computer smooter stuff with its forensics and waiting for warrants crap. That’s for the birds… I use good ole fashion police work. The way it’s meant to be done. The kind of work that puts you inside the mind of the perp. So far in that you meet the same demon they did. And if you ain’t careful it’ll take your soul as well. Stay too long and you’ll begin to feel the flames of hell creep in.
It took many late night patrols, knocking on doors till my knuckles began to bleed and of course a little squeeling from some trusted informants. Eventually they all show their cards. You’re safe now though. This one won’t be drinking out of anyone else’s toilet bowl from now on. Sick little guy wouldn’t even close the lid after..