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on the trail of a serial killer

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On a rainy night, Jordan has just arrived late at night to her small apartment, she was at an office party celebrating a startup company in New York. She locks the door behind her as she undresses on her for a quick shower before she goes to sleep.

Two days later, a man in his 40's enters a bar in a small town out side Las Vegas

" Damn its hot out side, don’t you guys have rain or some thing "

The bar was empty except for the bar tender who is doing inventory and a man at the bar, the man looked like he was passed out from the day before

" hey Grant, get the fuck up, happy hour is over man "

Grant opened his eyes looking at his once old friend agent Anderson and goes back to sleep

" you look like shit Grant, get up I have some thing for you "

Grant wakes up and pulls out a cigarette from his shirt pocket

" I thought you quit "

" yeah, but I just found a light " Grant replies

" I need a favor man "

" look, I'm out of the bureau, either you’re here to wish happy birthday or get out "

" Grant, he is out "

" Redden ? "

" he got out in some technicality, and now he lives in New York "

Anderson pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a gold lighter from his pocket

" we think he killed some one and now we can't find him "

Anderson handed a closed file to Grant

" Grant, you’re the only one who knows him very will to find him, you know how he thinks "
Grant stairs at the closed folder

" Anderson, you're always by the book kind of guy, you know if I find him "

He pauses for a moment

" I'm not going arrest him "

" Grant, you’re my friend, and seeing you like this is just isn’t right, I hope you will find peace when you face him eye to eye, and perhaps move on with your life "

Anderson gets up and leaves a cell phone on the bar next to Grant

" there is a private air field about half a mile from here, meet me there in three hours "

And walks out

Grant pulled out his wallet and in it was a picture of his wife, he stared at the picture trying to remember her

" its been ten years Lorilay, ten years that’s all the scum bag got and now he is out from some shitty reason "

Grant never cried after his wife was killed on the hands of a serial killer, and even after he captured him

Its like he died the day he came home and found her dead, no more he thought to him self, he will not get away this time he repeated in his mind

" this time the scum bag is gonna die "

He finishes his cigarette and quickly puts his wallet back in his pocket, he opens the folder and pulls out a picture of his latest

He quickly jumps out of his seat and takes the cell phone

" hey Grant where the hell your going, you promised to help " the Bar tender shouted

" ill be back in an hour, just need to see an old body of mine " as he ran off from the door