Your Entire Family Has Been Murdered. the words hit me like a punch in the stomach–who? Why? there is no time for questions like that. fastforward 20 years later and here i am, in my 20s, an intern in a successful hedge fund and learning to make it in the real world. but i am never not haunted by thoughts of what might have happened or not happened had those events never taken place–who killed my family–they never caught the man. But what they don't know–and nobody for that matter–is that i have been personally amounting evidence for the killer myself. i have a profile–man, mid-40s by now, white caucasian male, probably no college degree and working with experience in a physical field–and I have no leads–except for one... the night of the murder there was a small robbery in a gun shop for the same guns that killed my family. the police never made the connection but i've researched it: the guns, the ammo– it all makes sense. they don't have any leads on that man, but I do: the same night the gun store was robbed a car was stolen, the driver? Shot and killed with the same bullets that killed my family. but i had figured this out long ago. it wasn't until recently when i realized that i might know the killer. And he might be my boss i followed him home that night–what a coincidence, that he took extra routes like he was worried about being followed. but when i followed him i noticed something else, why was there an extra room in his basement, almost like one for bodies? i did some research on the Land and it turns out the room is not on the official map. i then examined it and found it was 2 feet of concrete. Why does he need a room–off the map of 2 feet of re-enforced conter? i snuck into his house one day at work–i called in sick–and waited for him. while i was waiting i realized i should see what was in the room, and i went in and the room was filled with newspaper clippings from my family's murder. “Entire Family Inexplicably Murdered: No Clues for Evidence” “Police Fear Serial Killer On Loose As Entire Family Murdered For No Reason” “Whole Family Except Son Murdered” “Family Murder Brings Questions to Police” “Multiple Homocide Leaves no evidence” “Family Deaths Raise Serious Questions” “Police Questions Who Kill Family” “Police Question Local Family Murdered” suddenly i turn around and there he is. “How did you know I would be here” i demanded “i have cameras all around this place, i’ve been watching you all day” “well you weren’t watching me” a voice said as he shot the man in the head. “I’ve been working with the fbi, i’ve been following your case for years—and you led me right to him”“but how did you know?” i asked “i never could forget your case, i saw you the night your whole family was killed. I could never forget the look in your eyes as you found out. i gave you something that night” he pulled the stopwatch out from my backpocket, engraved in it was Special Agent Harris “i quit the agency years ago–i was too worried with this case and they said it wasn't worth it” “but i–” “listen kid–you did good. You let us, and me put a lot of hard work behind us.” i walked home not sure what to think but what i did know was I'm not sure what the world has in store for me, but i know i will find out soon enough.