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headlights briefly illuminated the inside of the garage. For a moment, Jake was able to see him as he approached and his eyes adjusted. The man was wielding a huge knife, and spoke to Jake with a harsh, deep voice.
     
    “I guess there’s no need to pretend anymore is there Detective?” said the man out of the darkness. “After all, kudos to you on cracking the case.”
     
    The man was bulky and about six feet tall. He wore dark jeans, a black hoodie with rolled-up sleeves, a ski mask, and had on green surgical gloves. Jake could smell the overwhelming odor of cigarettes coming off the man as he drew near.
     
    “I was wondering if anyone would ever figure it out. I left my mark with all of them, but I had a feeling the last one would be the easiest to find.”
     
    Then Jake felt the rope around his neck. It was tied into a noose. Jake began struggling against his restraints. He tried desperately to force words through his gag but the only sounds that came out were muffled and unintelligible.
     
    The intruder just continued walking towards him and said, “There’s no use fighting me, Detective Harris. Or should I call you Jake? You know how this works by now. Cooperate or I will kill them all.”
     
    The man thumbed the point edge of the gleaming butcher knife. “I’ll save your sweet little daughter for last. It would be my first kill, actually. Who knows, I might rather like it. I’ve never actually killed anyone. I just love watching you sheep kill yourselves. There’s really nothing quite like it, knowing you have someone trapped, and making them choose their life or someone else’s”
     
    The man walked over to Jake and placed a white colored stone chess piece of a knight on the hood of his car. It resounded there with a small, metallic thump.
     
    “That should do. Now, Detective, if you don’t mind, please stand up.”
     
    Jake fought the instruction in his mind. How could he do this? How did this bastard get in here and get the drop on him? His mind reeled as he tried desperately to find a way out of the situation. With all his strength he fought the restraints binding him. It was no use. He was going to kill this son of a –
     
    There was suddenly a glancing pain in his side. The man had slashed him with the knife, not enough to seriously injure him, but enough to hurt like hell. He tried to shout out, but the man cupped a gloved hand over his mouth.
     
    The intruder waved his finger shamefully and in a sing-song voice said, “Jaaaaake. Are you listening? I’m starting to think you aren’t taking me seriously.”
     
    Then the man placed the knife point at Jake’s abdomen and scowled, “Stand up now or I will skin your family alive!”
     
    Jake stood, shakily, and tried to maintain his balance. With a little laugh, the man tightened the rope, removing the slack, as he directed Jake up an aluminum ladder that had been set up in the center of the garage. Once Jake was several rungs up, the man secured the rope to one of the legs of the nearby wooden workbench.
     
    “Ok Jake, now, kill yourself. Go on. I’m waiting.”
     
    Jake had no other option; kill himself or let this maniac murder his family. He thought about the pain they would go through if he died, he thought about not being there to see his children grow up. Then he thought of what might happen to them if he failed to satisfy this mad man’s twisted delusion. Jake ultimately decided he had no other choice; he had to step off the ladder and strangle himself.
     
    Still, the fear of death is a powerful one, and Jake hesitated for a moment. Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the ladder was instantly swept out from under his feet. The man had kicked it out from under him.
     
    “Sorry, Jake. I got tired of waiting.”
     
    The man looked around nervously; perhaps afraid he had caused too much noise. He frowned as he watched Jake begin to choke to death.
     
    “Hmmm. Perhaps killing is not really that fun at all. Oh well.