You might think I’m a sucker, but I can’t help myself; I’m hunting this killer down—badge or not. It has to be done. And it has to be done by me.
In these past weeks, I’ve gone through a polarizing identity crisis—finding myself on the street, but losing my life as a cop. So I’ve decided: instead of being torn in half, instead of having to choose, I’m going to live fully in both halves and use all of me to get this thing done.
My suspension may have been a gift, because without it, I may never have gone back to the street. However misguided you (and JP) may have thought that time was, it brought me back in touch with my darker side. You don’t have to be a killer to think like one. You just have to embrace the orphaned killer in you.
I’ve said it before: when I’m on the hunt, I’m at peace. Everything works together—bright and dark. It’s the one time I don’t question or doubt myself; I just know.
If I can find this killer, I can get my badge back, my life back. But not like before. I'll be more whole this time.
