Firelit Dawn The town settled in peacefully that night feeling secure that there would be one less kill tonight with Little Chino off the streets. For some they did sleep very easily with nothing to do. For others their nights had just begun.
One woman was sitting in her car, watching someone she thought she knew through her window. She was there for a bit but she still needed to get her children home for dinner and couldn't stay long. She drove off back as the sun had crested the horizon. Everything went normal at first. SHe went in ahead of her children to get things ready for dinner when she noticed the shadow behind her.
"What are you doing in my house?" Rita Bennett asked scared. She looked to escape but the woman was between her and the door...maybe she could force her way past her. At least until she noticed the blow torch in the woman's hand.
"You aren't to get between us." The woman said and just as quickly set the house on fire.
It spread surprisingly quickly, barely allowing the assailant time to get away herself. By the time the fire trucks arrived it was already over.
Aage-
Rita Bennett-Town Watcher has been killed.
People gathered on the street, unaware how to react to the blaze. One man in the crowd especially could not understand what to do. He knew the woman personally....should be grieving but he was never good with his emotions. He would take it out alright. Hopefully tonight he could find the one who had done this.
He set out on his usual route. He had a target. He hadn't completed the code but that didn't seem as relevant to him at the moment, he was riding on impulse. He had to do something and he had to do it now. He waited for his victim to turn out the lights and when they did, he made his move. He was quick and efficient in his moves but he made a key mistake...
For the victim, the brief struggle was over before he knew it. For the killer the internal struggle was just beginning. He recognized the man but it was not the target he had chosen. It was too late now...the man had seen his face when he attacked and even if he hadn't a crime investigation would not work to his advantage...he had to finish what he started and he had to clean up the scene.
***
Frank Lundy woke up in a well lit...surprisingly clean room. he tried to move but quickly realized that he was tied down.
"In my line of work, I'd be lying if I never imagined that my target may get me before I got him" He said as calmly as possible. "I just never thought you'd be the one. I guess I was wrong."
"Don't take it personally." The man said. "I'm actually kind of a fan of your work and well...this is unusual but I can't let you go back to the police. Rule #1 Don't get caught."
"So I guess...there's no point convincing you to let me go." Lundy said.
"No. Not really" He said, preparing his first knife. "But if you want to chat, we can. No one will hear you but I always do enjoy spending some quality talks with you."
"You know the investigation isn't going to end just because I'm dead." he responded.
"No and again I am sorry it came to this but you understand I hope." The man said. He paused waiting for a response but it didn't come. "normally I'd take a trophy but...well you're not exactly my type and I'm afraid that I don't have all night to spend with you."
Lundy remained quiet. He knew he should keep talking but his throat felt dry and he was suddenly at a loss for words. The cold calm from a moment prior disappearing. He saw the man stand over with the knife and he closed his eyes before it came down.
Shaggydan-
Frank Lundy-Town FBI agent (flavor investigator/1-shot cop has been killed.
The town gathered together...the case was bigger than ever. An FBI agent...dead and their were still no clues as to the identity of the killer. Homicide was in turmoil.
Day 2 begins0 With 10 alive it takes 6 to lynch
