Chapter One

My name is Parker Williams. I am 25 years old and have a great job as a defense attorney at the Johnson & Dennis LLP. I live in New York in my little apartment on 4th street. My apartment, its small, and kind of cramped, but thats just how I like it. You see, i don't live with anyone, so the bills, and all of the space is mine. I have plenty of room to store all of my files and trinkets.

I have done many cases over the years. I deal mostly with criminal law though. I deal with murders, assaults, fights, robberies, and all that stuff. Although I am just an attorney, sometimes I investigate the case firsthand, like this one.

I begin by driving down to the police department where i hope to dig up some dirt, you know, files on the suspects. Looking at their files should give me an edge when I interview them tomorrow. It is always good to know a little bit about who you are interviewing before you actually do it. It could really save your life!

I have just arrived at the New York Police Department. It is a fairly large building with large, long windows that "pop out" on the sides. The mainframe is brick, with a layer or two of dark navy blue paint, slowly-but-surely stripping off as the building ages. But, it is a very professional and orderly building. Outside, cars are neatly lined up in rows with no empty spaces in between. As I walk inside, struggling to open the twenty foot tall glass doors, the first thing that I see is a front desk, a silvery gray with papers parallel to each other in neat  little stacks.

I wonder what would happen if I messed it up? Funny thought actually. Hah! Maybe I should try it. Nah, I'll do it some other time. I need files from here. I can't just go and mess it up! They would probably tell me to get lost.

When I walk up to the front desk,  an elderly lady is sitting, looking very poised. It kind of irritates me. I have to clear my already clear throat for her to look up. Her name's Peggy, Peggy Crumpet. What a wonderful name, perfect for her persnickety personality.

"Yeah. What do you want." she screeched, with a voice scratchy with overuse.

"My name is Parker Williams. I am a defense attorney." I said.

"Ok... now what do you want." she screeched again, and she let out a big huge sigh after not even looking at me wide eyed, yet still expecting an answer.

"I need some files." I said. Think you could help me with that?! Huh! Or is that too hard for you?!

"Who? What? When? Where? Why?"

I was really starting to get annoyed now. But I probably should tell her who the files were for. "Simone Guerelli, Jason Ross, Sarah Harold and Terry Jamison. I need their files as soon as possible. Mailed to my apartment, which is apartment 6B in the Harrison apartment building on 4th street for a case I am investigating!"

"Wait. I thought you said you were a defense attorney."

I was just about to lose my mind! This old lady (fart) better get these files, and fast before I get mad! She isn't even listening to me! What a hypocrite! Aren't old secretaries supposed to help and listen to people?! I sighed.

I turned around and headed back to my car, smiling. I totally destroyed her piles with my big heavy sigh. Ha ha! So funny! I wish I had seen the look on her face before I left.

I opened my car door and turned on the ignition. It was time i headed back to my apartment. It was 10 o'clock when I got back and I hadn't had dinner yet. I decided to order a pizza. I love pizza. Especially the supreme kind. So i dialed Pizza Hut on my cell phone and had them deliver it. I really was starving though, enough to cancel the delivery and just go and pick it up myself. But, i didn't. Instead, i cleaned up, got ready for bed and laid on the couch to watch TV.

About a half an hour had passed and as soon as the pizza got here, i wasn't really that hungry, so i decided to throw it in the fridge until morning. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and i needed my sleep, so off to bed i went.

Prolouge

A grown woman, my little sister. Someone that everyone admired. Someone everyone loved and cherished. She was so happy too. She had a husband, a man that loved her without needing to be convinced by looks, or money.  She even had the looks. She had the money. Her life was of utmost perfection.

Someone was there that night, the night she was murdered. Someone with the nerve to do that to her while I'm still alive. Thats someone who wants to die.

No one claims to know who was there, but I know some one knows. Someone is hiding a dirty little secret. A secret that could mean the end of this case, the end of it all. I believe that this someone has been responsible for the reoccurring murders all over New York, and he, or she is one of a possible twenty million people who live here.

No one claims to know who this person is, or what they are after. All I know is that they have to be stopped, and I am the one who has to do it.