The case to end all cases. Thats what it had to be. Sam stared over the files piled on his desk. Four of the files were double homicides, a man and a woman, twice two men, and two unfortunate strangers, one a vagrant, the other a pretzel vendor. The other six files were single murders. A business man on his way home, homeless men, cops on the end of their patrol. All the killings had three things in common. All were brutal, the victim suffering from severe head and torso trauma. Second, they had occurred at night, usually in the urban areas. Third, all the victims showed symptoms of fear, they pupils were dilated, some had there mouths open in a final scream, one had swallowed his own tongue. One of the cops had shot himself in the head, painting the floor with his brain and remnants of his left eye. Normally Sam was not approached with this sort of case, but the police where desperate, and needed all the help they could get. People said that Sam was "Old-Fashioned", or accused him of living in the past. Others simply made fun of his name, but with a name like Sam Spayed, that sort of thing was expected. Truth be told, Sam was the best damn Private Investigator in all of Jump city. That may have been because he was the only P.I., but that didn't change the fact then when he received a case, he made sure to follow it through to the end. Sam was snatched from his thought by a loud ring. He shook his head and grabbed the phone, not answering but waiting for the caller to make the first move. A few seconds passed, then a voice finally came through.

"Hello? Is this Sam Spayed? This is the head of police, are you there?"

"Yes. I'm here, what can i do for you?"

"There was another murder, a hooker was killed. Looks like she was hit by a semi. This one had a witness however. I want you come down to the station and check this guy out."

"Thank god. This may be the break we've been looking for. I'll be there soon."

Sam then slammed the phone down, grabbed his hat and .45 colt, and walked out the door while tying his coat closed. He began the walk to the police station, it was only four blocks luckily. A gust of rain blew rain into Sam eyes, and almost took off his hat. Sam quickly grabbed the hat and sheltered his eyes. The weather had been horrible for the last two weeks. Black clouds hovered over the city menacingly, they had appeared the day the murders started, a ghastly prophet of times to come. He made it to the police station in only a few minutes. Sam walked in and was welcomed by a skinny secretary with thick glasses and a frizzy haircut. She asked him his name, then motioned for him to carry on down the hall to the interrogation room.