Prologue

Don't know if this will become anything. Not used to writing crime...

“The evil implanted in man by nature spreads so imperceptibly, when the habit of wrong-doing is unchecked, that he himself can set no limit to his shamelessness.”
- Cicero


He sat there; His eyes cold, his presence filling the room-wrapping itself around me. I felt every breath being ripped away from me before I could control it. I sat and watched as they wrapped the cold steel around his wrists, watched as he was hauled from his chair. I don’t know how I didn’t see it, how I didn’t notice. This was supposed to be my talent, my job. Yet I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me. I still can’t believe what he did to those women. I still can’t believe that someone so close to me could do that. That he could have done those things, but worst of all that he could of enjoyed it...