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.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.