Night. It's pouring rain. I'm running after you through dark alleys, your silhouette keeps turning corners and merging with the rain. My coat is wet, and I ran hiding the gun under it so that the gun did not get wet or jammed. And so, you run into a dead end. I stop, almost falling into a puddle and squinting at you through the heavy rain. I point the gun at you and try to catch my breath. I couldn't let you go, I've been looking for and investigating your case all year

"Hands up, damn you!"