It haunts my dreams, keeps me awake late at night, takes over my thoughts when I am all alone, for 25 years I have looked at it, it has been tattooed onto my soul, it’s the mark of a killer. For well over 25 years I have looked at the same photos the same notes of the killer that got away, the one that was always one step ahead of me. That day, that day long long ago when the church was engulfed in flames, I knew then that that wasn’t the end, I knew that some day he would return our paths have been intertwined since that day so long ago when a younger and more naive detective stumbled across that body behind the church. The place where it all started, and where it all ended, on the day the church burned I made the hardest decision of my life, I gave up my values and became what I have always hated, a corrupt cop, I have the money to prove it, I thought he was gone forever but in my mind I knew he would be back, back to finish our little game, and when I walked into the station the other day there it was a lone envelope with the mark on it, the mark of a killer…………