Bullets, Blood and Brown

To others Harvey Brown seemed like any other man in his middle age. He had a wife who loved him dearly, a daughter who lived up to her parent’s expectations, and a family business that earned him a stable income even during difficult economic times. What no one noticed were his nightmares, his endless cycle of sleepless nights, and the voice in his head that reminded him constantly, “Come on Harvey, give yourself a break, you know you want to do this.”

Harvey had suppressed this voice for two years but it seemed impossible to control it any longer. He wanted to feel alive again. He wanted to feel the rush again.

He wanted to kill again.