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I...," Ackerman
stammered.
    "This is for Lillie," Jason interrupted.
He pointed the gun at the man, and pulled the trigger. Three loud ringing pops,
enough to be heard in the entire neighborhood. The room was painted red now. A
single shot to the head was enough to take a good portion of the skull off. His
9mm usually didn't do that. The two shots to the chest weren't really necessary
this time. Jason walked towards the front door he didn't come in and opened it
up, the crisp air hitting his face, which he could feel was speckled in blood.
He walked across the yard to his truck, the dog next door barking intensely.
    "Shut the fuck up!" someone from the
house yelled at the dog, with a porch light coming on as well. Jason started
his truck and sped down the street. The response time of the police would be
shorter here than normal areas. If this had gone down in a suburban
upper-middle class neighborhood, he wouldn't have been able to make it to his
vehicle, let alone home. The police would be there in due time, but he knew he
would be okay. Turning on to Grand Avenue, Jason powered on the police scanner
to see who would respond to the shots. The night lights of a city illuminated
his blood-spattered face on his ride home. He made it to his house, and the
dispatch had still not gone out.
    "It didn't even wake the junkies up this
time," Jason said to himself with a half smile.  "Mr. Ackerman
is going to be one stinky bastard for whoever is assigned to that one. God, I
hope it's not me."

 
     
     

     
     
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    Jamie planned a night of intense studying for the
BAR exam. Her infatuation with Jason, although healthy for her spirit and mood,
had cost her academically. She needed to rally in order to pass this and
finally be done with school. Christine had invited herself over though, needing
to talk about her man troubles. Jamie allowed it hoping she would leave soon.
    She stood in her kitchen cutting up vegetables,
talking to Christine who was in the living room. Christine turned the volume up
on the television as the news came on. 
    "Tonight's top story, another murder in
Evanston," the reporter said. Jamie looked up at the television.
    "Oh my God!" Christine said. "This
town is turning into the South Side!"
    "Police have identified the victim as Ronald
Ackerman, 46, of Evanston who died from multiple gunshot wounds. Police say
this victim falls into the pattern of at least five different murders in the
Evanston area. Ackerman served a fifteen year sentence for rape."
    Jamie put down her knife and walked to her sofa,
sitting down next to Christine. A police spokesperson began talking from a
podium.
    "We believe, as stated before, that these
murders are linked. The method of execution is the same. The victims all fall
into a category."
    "The category Lt. Mathews is referring to is
people with a criminal history, specifically, those who were convicted of sex
crimes. All five of those murdered had past been convicted of various sex
crimes in their past.
    "Wow. Well, that makes seven if you count the
one Jason shot," Christine said.
    "Yeah," Jamie said, voice trembling. She
cleared her throat and then felt a sudden shock, thinking about the
possibility.
    The reporter continued, "Police have reason
to believe that the suspect may drive a large extended cab truck, light in
color."
    Jamie felt like she was about to pass out. She
leaned back into the sofa, feeling sweat forming on her brow. She stood up,
knees trembling, and walked towards the bathroom. She could only see in tunnel
vision, as if she was walking 100 miles per hour. She made it into the bathroom
and fell to her knees, vomiting.
    "Jamie! Here let me help you," Christine
said, holding back Jamie's hair. She finished, spitting in the toilet one last
time and standing up. "Do you need to go lay down?"
    "No, I'm fine. It just came over me,"
Jamie said, flushing the toilet. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth.
She walked back into the living room to see