“I guess I just don’t love you anymore.”
These are the first 8 words that filled the top of the page as i began to write my wife a song.
Over the past 5 ½ years we had fallen apart and honestly things were going more and more downhill every day.
It seems no matter what i tried to make it work, there was always something pulling us more and more apart from each other.
Gifts, such as flowe...
It’d only been 3 days since the latest homicide had reached my desk, and still I had nothing to go on. I’d been pondering the weird murder for an hour already this morning and i just couldnt see how it managed to fit into the rest of the killings.
All other victims of The Barbershop Butcher had been women in their early twenties, and all of them had been employees of local strip clubs or bars ...