Detective.
It's been a whole week since I last wrote to you. I hear on the news that you've been bringing suspects in, yet I've not been interviewed yet. None of them suspects have been me, sorry. I have some grand news for you though! I've busy this week. I murdered the seven recently missing prostitutes.
Why are you trying to find out who I am? God wants me to rid the streets of them. He wants every single one of them dead. If you go against me God will force me to kill you. I don't want to kill you, Jack. You seem like a decent guy. We need more decent guys in this world.
I killed all seven prostitutes with my iron. I prefer killing them with an iron, it's different. I'm different. God sent me down to Earth. I am God's dark angel.
Anyway, I stink, I must go shower.
Yours sincerely,
The Iron Ripper.
P.s you'll never find their corpses!
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The Letters Of Death
Historia CortaAfter investigating serial homicides, Detective Jack Harper finds letters sent to him from a person who says he is the serial killer.
