A car drives on a busy highway between Vancouver and the small town of Taranova, the man focuses on the road, until he gets a phone call.
"Commissioner Griffin... what... are you sure?" The commissioner asks in a shocked tone, he drives his car off the highway and onto the road.
"Okay, I'll be there in about five minutes" He hangs up his cell phone, and looks at the road in shock.
"Son of a bitch" the commissioner mutters under his breath.
The commissioner drives into a small alleyway, where he sees dozens of police cruisers, and an ambulance. The commissioner gets out of his car and walks over to the officers, who are examining the crime scene.
"So what's the story, Douglas?" He asks one of the officers examining the scene.
"The victim was stabbed repeatedly, unfortunately he was found dead on scene" Douglas tells the commissioner.
"My god, there hasn't been a crime like this in this town in ages... what the hell is this world coming to?" He walks over to where the body was found dead, and he looks around, where he sees more blood.
Douglas walks over to the commissioner and hands him a letter.
"What the hell is this?" The commissioner asks.
"Open it, there is something you need to see" Douglas replies.
The commissioner opens the letters, and looks carefully at the paper, he sees words and symbols all mixed up.
"The killer is fucking with us, I want this letter checked for Saliva" He orders the officer.
"Yes sir" Douglas grabs the letter, and hands it to one of the other officers.
The skies turn dark as Police return back to the headquarters to go through the crime files.
"Should we alert the public?" One of the officers asks the commissioner.
"No, this was just a randomized event, shit like this doesn't happen in Taranova" The commissioner responds.
Harry Douglas enters the commissioners office, with a report.
"The forensic experts were able to retrieve saliva from the letter, but the problem is that I went through every possible suspect's crime records, and the DNA doesn't match any of them" He explains to the commissioner.
Suddenly the phone rings, Douglas answers the emergency call.
"Thank you for calling the Taranova Police Department, what's your emergency?" Douglas asks the caller.
"I would like to share information on the homicide that took place this evening". The caller tells Douglas.
"Who is this?" Douglas asks the caller in curiosity.
"I am the one who killed that guy, last night... and I can prove it, the victim was the height of 5'8, he had curly brown hair, blue eyes, he wore a blue sports jacket, as well as those new laker shoes. He was stabbed with a butcher knife four times in the hip, and twice in the gut. And if you still don't believe me, go to Highway River Port, at exactly 45 km to the right side, you'll find an abandoned vehicle... in it, is a butcher with fresh blood, that blood belongs to the victim... goodbye. " The caller hangs up.
"Did you trace the call?" The Douglas asks one of the officers.
"Yeah, I did... the call came from a pay phone, not far from where the murder took place".
"Goddammit!" He grabs his Police uniform, and keys.
"Sir, where are you going?" One of the officers asks.
"Get the other officers, we're going to Highway River Port to find an abandoned vehicle" He tells his fellow officers before rushing out of the station, and gets into his cruiser and turns on the sirens.
Several officers follow Douglas out, as they get into their Police cruisers and turn on sirens, and drive off with Douglas.
About 10 minutes later, Douglas and the other officers find the abandoned vehicle.
"Alright, put on your gloves, we're going to be here for quite a while". Douglas tells the officers, before he opens the vehicle, and scans through the front seat with his flashlight.
"Bingo..." He mutters as he find the butcher knife laying next to the right side of the front seat, he grabs it and carefully put it in a plastic sandwich bag.
The other officers block off the road, and begin searching the trunk and the backseat for more clues.