A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes . . .

Untitled Part 22

I was a detective trying to make my place in the precinct. 

However, my first case was not an easy one.

I was following a woman we called "The Escape Artist."

She would capture her victims and put them in dangerous situations. The weird part, however, was the fact that she would put herself among them and watch them die. She would escape before she was in any immediate danger. If anybody was left alive, she would shoot them in the head. The only way I knew that was because one of her victims had hid while she was shooting another person.

I never caught the woman. 

The last thing I remember was finding a gun in a violin case at the Escape Artist's most recent crime scene.