Jackson was a detective. He had finally found where this killer was.

He pounded on the door. “NYPD! Open this door!” He said loudly. Hearing nothing, he grabbed his gun and kicked down the door.

Running into the house, slowly making his way down to the basement and pausing.

There was the killer, with you as a hostage and a gun to your head. “Don't move detective.” The killer laughed, grinning sickishly.