The police car hung back but kept within eye sight of the blue Chrysler. Florence Proxelheder knew she was being followed and deep down also knew she was quite literally and figuratively coming to the end of the road. She looked over to her grandson with no sympathy, cuffed and fidgeting to get comfortable in the passenger side.

"You buffoon. Why did you have to run from our house like that? If you had just stayed put, they had no reason to come in. They had no warrant."

Marvin remained silent. "I guess deep down, I just wanted this to be over."

"Well, I believe it is, my grandchild. They'll follow us as far as they can, but there will be someone else waiting for us as soon as we leave the county. You are such a fool."

Marvin shook his head and could not control his rage. "I've put up with you and your evil ways for too long. You have done nothing but create obstacles for everyone in your path. Every day you had a new target to take down. Why, grandma?"

"To put your father and later you into a better life. Can't you see that? Of course not...what am I thinking? You're a Proxelheder male."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"As long as I was part of the Proxelheder family, I could see it. Your grandfather was a weak little weed..."

"He died a hero, you told me that! He was in the Argonne battle and died in France during the first World War."

"He died from the flu. He never saw a battle. He got off the boat, caught the flu and died," she responded bitterly. He left me with two babies to raise. Karen left this forsaken place for Hollywood and married well. I was so proud of her, but your father was just as weak as your grandfather."

"He died in a car accident after World War II. I never got to know him," Marvin added sadly.

"He came back a drunk with no ambition. He ran off the road during an ice storm and they found a bottle of whiskey on the floor - empty. That left your mother with you. She was a whore and knew nothing about how to raise children."

"You ran her out of town, just like anyone that you found to be a challenge to you."

"I needed to take control of your rearing. You were the last chance to save the Proxelheder name. I gave you everything: music lessons, private tutors - everything you needed to be cultured and well bred, but no. Nothing came out of it. Look at the kids you grew up with. Look at that god forsaken cop, Keller. His parents crossed the line and didn't stay with their own kind, their own faith. That was another issue I had. This community got way too permissive."

Marvin recalled, "His piano lessons with Mrs. Isaacs were before mine. He always said hello to me when we passed each other on her porch."

"And did you hear him play? Why was he so much better than you? He and a couple other kids got to be in her recital. Not you, though."

"Why do you remember this? It never really mattered."

"Never mattered? Why wouldn't I remember this? It was just another situation in a long line of failures that you Proxelheder men achieved."

"You ran them out of town too, didn't you? Just like you did anyone who you thought got in my way."

"Of course I did," she said as she looked at him with utter disdain. "I starting spreading rumors about his cheating father and for good measure, I threw out some things about his mother too. Funny thing is when you plant little seeds of salacious thoughts with people, doubt grows even with those with most so-called integrity. They were gone within months and quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't right to begin with. Look at that boy now - he may be a cop, but look at his long hair and how he dresses."

"And now the killings. You had threatened people before, but Mr. Goldman didn't deserve what you did to him!"

"It was the last straw and you knew it. He was going to fire you for being the total idiot and fool that you are."