One Last Case

If anyone ever reads this, then please know that this was meant to be my last case. I didn’t want to go through it again, the horror, the desperation, and worst of all the hope. The hope that this time I could save the victim, that I’d be able to reach them. It didn’t go down that way. It never goes down the way you want it to.
I sat in my car with the card in my hand, staring down at it for perhaps the fiftieth time. A repulsive, ghastly statement of an unspeakable intent hidden within a swir...