Detective Jameson sipped lukewarm coffee, staring at abandoned warehouse entrance. Cheaply lit street lamps cast eerie shadows. A chill crept in despite the coat. Dispatch crackled, reporting shooting at nearby Motel Vita. A shiver raced down his spine. Recent murders bore eerie similarities. Police cars screeched up, sirens blaring. Doors opened, officers spilled out. The first officer knelt beside a lifeless body. Blood pooled around a shattered head. deadliest game afoot, again.