Three days after they found Jimmy’s body, the police found a vocal recording at their station. I’d made it just for them.
“The law is the law. It applies to all people. You didn’t follow the law when Michelle was murdered. Because you didn’t like Michelle. Thus, I didn’t follow the law, and removed people I didn’t like. Karma. Justice. Murder. Call it what you will. Remember. Violence breeds violence. And if violence continues here, it will draw me back.”
“I will be watching. Pray to your gods I don’t have to return. Stop the violence, and I will stay away.”
I left a picture of Michelle from before she was murdered, and another from after. I wanted them to know I was watching. I wanted them to know, if the violence they condoned continued, I’d be back.
“Ah, Michelle,” I mumbled as I watched the police force come to terms with my warning to them, “You’re not even my type, you know. But. You were human. And what happened was wrong. I hope now, you’re soul may find some peace.”
In three days, I had another warning to make. In the meantime, I could finally rest.
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