I stand in the middle of my room, staring at my walls covered with pictures of Andrew Vasquez, with maps signalling all the places where he has been and photos of his crimes … Where are you Mr. Vasquez? Where are you?

I am starting to look like a mad man. I know he’s close, but I can’t put my hands on him… That’s killing me!

I walk closer to the wall and grab a picture. The last crime committed by him. Recreating my parents death just two blocks away from the station…

He has been in town for a while now. I am sure he will be attempting the same “joke” at the grocery shop where he killed my parents. Sick bastard! I just need to get there before him and prevent another murder.

Catarina went there yesterday. I conf...

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