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I got called into work at the police station. It was 4:00 in the morning and I hadn’t had my cup of coffee yet, so I was a tad bit grouchy. It was autumn and the cold was already setting in, judging by the leaves changing colors. Walking through the doors, I clocked in and went to my office, closing the door behind me. My desk was piled with folders and papers. I sighed, finally realizing that this work wasn’t going to do itself.

“Chief,” I looked up and saw Lieutenant Silverstein holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a folder in the other. I didn’t hear him come in but I didn’t mind. He handed the coffee to me and I thanked him before taking a sip of the hot liquid.

“We’ve got a new victim,” Lieutenant Silverstein said. He put the manila folder on my desk and watched for my reaction. I mean, what was there for me to react to? I knew that the victim would be connected to the killing spree.

“It’d be a shame if no one confessed.” I thought. Skimming through the files in the folder, I discarded it to the side.

“I’ll get to it later.” I tersely said. Lieutenant Silverstein sensed my lack of interest and quickly left the room. After I made sure he left and that there was no one around, I organized the folders and papers and locked them in the file cabinet that was next to my desk. It’s bad enough that these murders have the whole town shaking with fear.

My shift had ended at the station. Lieutenant Silverstein and some of the other officers were still working on some police reports, and I had just finished fixing up some last minute things. Making sure everything was in its rightful place, I left the station. As I was walking to my car, I noticed there were news reporters standing at the side of the highway with cameras. I knew it was another murder. I got into my car and made sure to hide the nail clipper that was in my glove compartment underneath the passenger’s seat before driving off. I didn’t want to look suspicious as the chief who didn’t have any words to say about the murders, so I drove up behind the news van and got out. A young news reporter was pointing behind her at the bottom of the freeway ramp. It was another body. A young teenage girl lying on her back with her arms and hair sprawled at her side. She looked deformed in a way and there was no explanation for how her body was able to bend in that direction.
It’s a shame that her killer won’t be found.

The news reporter noticed me and walked over, microphone in hand. The camera crew followed her lead and now the attention was on me.

“I’m here with the Chief of the Witching Police Department, Burke Myers. What is your reaction to all of these killings that have taken the town by surprise?” she questioned. I paused before answering.
“It is truly a confusing and stressful puzzle to put together,” I started. “They all seem to be connected but there is no DNA that’s helping us with new leads. It’s like a maze,”

The news reporter nodded in understanding. She started ranting on again while I took that as an opportunity to closely watch what the crime scene technicians were doing. Though the weather was cool, I began sweating profusely as they started swiping the dead girl’s fingertips for any clues. I focused my attention back to the camera and waited for any more questions.

“Mr. Myers, what advice do you have for anyone driving along the freeway alone at night?” the news reporter asked. I smoothed out my shirt and stood confidently.

“My advice is to always be on alert, even if it makes you paranoid. You never know who could be out there just waiting to get their hands on you. Men, you could be robbed and eventually stabbed and killed. Women, you could be raped and killed. Make sure to check your surroundings carefully.” I vocalized.

“Thank you, Chief Myers for your time.”

I smiled and waved goodbye before getting into my car. I drove off into the night, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I drove behind a few cars that seemed to suddenly want to follow the speed limit. I came across a driver who was going at at least 60 mph. I turned on my police siren to alert him and he pulled over to the side of the freeway. I drove my car up to the side of him and rolled down the passenger’s window while he rolled down his. He was a young teenage boy just trying to get home from his shift at Taco Bell, judging by the uniform he had on.

“You’re driving 15 miles above the speed limit, young man.” I scolded. The boy's face reddened.

“I apologize, Officer. I was just trying to get home and get some sleep.” he quietly replied.

This child is very naive. He’s never been in a situation like this before. I thought. A subtle grin creeped its way onto my face as something just snapped inside of me.

He’s next. The voice in my head declared.

“Follow me. I need to check your license,” I commanded. The boy nodded and waited for me to take the lead. I drove to the end of the freeway until I reached under the bridge. That’s when I turned off the sirens. The area had a lot of trees which could hide almost anything down here. The young man stopped behind me as I got out of the patrol car. I made sure to put on some gloves because I knew what the situation ahead of me was going to be like. I walked up to his car and ordered him out of the vehicle. He reluctantly got out with his license in his hand.

“Turn around and face your car.” I said. He nodded and quickly did so, as if he was afraid he was going to be yelled at. I took out my flashlight and shone it at the back of his head before I gave it a good whack. He fell to the ground with a thud. I shined the flashlight in his face and saw that his eyes were opened and full of fear.

Kill him. The voice in my head ordered. I knew that I had a duty to fulfill. I wasn’t going home until the job was done. I pulled the boy up by the collar and began to wrap my hands around his neck. I began to suffocate him. He clawed at my face with an overwhelming grip. He started gasping for air but I ignored him. I watched the life fade from his eyes until he went limp.

Letting his body drop, I went into my car and took the nail clipper from under the seat. I knew that my DNA would be found under this boy’s fingernails, so I clipped and filed them. I stared at his body on the floor to see if I would feel any remorse. I felt nothing. I only felt pure satisfaction. No one would ever assume that I was involved in this act. There was nothing to prove. A police officer committing a murder would be the last thing on this town’s mind. I got back into my car and skidded away from the heinous act. As I started driving back home, I checked the time. It was 1:30 in the morning.

You’re right on time.


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