Tristan Wilder
POV
I walked into the house and the same setting, the dining table set with plates and wine glasses, the man was sitting in the chair this time. But he was missing his crown jewels. Poor guy. For some damn reason I was getting used to this and that f*****g scared me.
I notice the Deputy Director here. I knew being the lead on this case I would be in charge of keeping him updated and this case was getting out of hand. The city was in a frenzy trying to figure out what's going on. We have a serial killer on the loose. Killing divorced men who won everything in the divorce. The Deputy Director was a divorcee himself and had a prenup this cade was of the utmost importance to him.
I walked up to him "Deputy Director Maslow." I greet
"Special Agent Wilder I was told you are
