September 23rd, 2015.
It was a rainy day in the Terminal, fitting for what was ahead. I glanced at my cigar box- nearly empty. Just what I needed... Got a call about a homicide. When I reported on the scene it was obvious as to the killer... Breen Boy had struck again.
It was a rainy day in the Terminal, fitting for what was ahead. I glanced at my cigar box- nearly empty. Just what I needed... Got a call about a homicide. When I reported on the scene it was obvious as to the killer... Breen Boy had struck again.
