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victims and their families. to try to bring these families some sense of closure, some peace.

MONIQUE
You blame yourself for not catching the killer?

RINGO
I don’t think I blame myself I just wonder what clues am I missing and what kind of person could do these things to another human being?
Ringo sat in silence for a moment as Monique sipped her espresso and continued looking at him with her dark eyes.

MONIQUE
You know this is a very sick individual and probably were abused as a child and have a thing against women.

Ringo shook my head in disgust but was uncomfortable, he didn’t want to feel any sympathy for this man, he didn’t care what kind of unpleasant childhood he had, and he didn’t want to feel sorry for him. Being a clinical psychologist she may look upon X-Man as a victim himself but to Ringo he was a cold-blooded killer who had to be stop, arrest if possible but death more preferred, Ringo rose out the chair and headed out the door. Monique looked at him briefly and the look had nothing to do with police work, as he pushed opened the door, checked his watch and hurried from her office.

INT. MOTEL ROOM-MORNING 15 January 2008

Esau sat in a patched chair in Room 1B in the ran down transit motel located at 39th South Calumet Avenue talking to himself. He had just finished doing two hundred sit ups and two hundred pushups.

ESAU
(talking to the wall)
I am a God; I can give life and take life. I am ridding the world of worthless women that used their sexuality to tempt and control men.

Esau downed two Lithium pills, but he still felt edgy and anxious so he swallowed a Thorazine pill with a sip of water. He wanted to go out, to find some young thing that wanted him, but he was feeling unusually jumpy and his mind was racing. He wanted to, needed to fuck and kill someone. He was naked except for a pair of laced pink panties and the only light in the dark claustrophobic room was from a dim table lamp. He pulled an old loosely bound album from his suitcase under the bed the pictures were in chronological order the first Polaroid picture was marked 10 January 1999, Gary, Indiana, Mary Jones. He remembered how Mary looked as she walked to the Catholic High School in her pleated blue skirt and starched white blouse, her budding breast fitted tightly against her shirt he looked at the picture and remembered how good it was raping and killing her. He looked next at the picture of that whore Rita who nearly bit his dick off and that bitch Maggie Williams who fought him they were all naked and looking at him through lust-filled eyes. He remembered their moans of ecstasy as he entered them and how they pleaded with him to go deeper. An old woman wearing a black mini-skirt, black high heel shoes and a battered pee coat that showed her flabby breast hurriedly walk past and displayed a toothless smile, close behind her and holding her hand was an equally old white man.

ESAU
(screaming out the window)
Dirty fuckin’ whore!

Esau stomach ached, reminding him that he had not eaten since last night and then he had only two biscuits and coffee at Gladys’s Restaurant. He thought about going back for breakfast but he didn’t like eating in front of people. A muscle cramped in his right leg and he rubbed it, he really didn’t mind the pain, he had gotten use to it. He picked up the remote that was chained to the beat-up table and turned to the news.

An attractive black woman was reading the news about the recent killing of a pregnant young black woman named Peggy Smith who had been brutally mutilated, raped and killed by the serial killer known as the X-Man.

REPORTER
The Medical Examiner stated that bits of skin under her fingernails belonged to a black man, Sonia Tappper for NBC News.

In the background were smiling photos of the eight victims believed to be of the X-Man. Enraged he got out and chair and looked closely at the photos, he recognized his victims but not the others. Someone was stealing his thunder and putting the blame on him, taking credit for his work. He slammed around the room knocked over the chair and fell. He got back up and slammed his fist into the wall.

ESAU
Who is this asshole!
Esau lit a blunt and slowly sipped a can of Budweiser Beer as the reporter interviewed a well dressed man he knew was a police officer.

REPORTER
This Detective Sergeant John Ringo, head of the X-Man Taskforce. Sergeant what’s happening with the case of the X-Man?

RINGO
We believe that these killings are the acts of a sick, homicidal maniac, but I want to stress to the people of this great city that we will not permit this city to be terrorized by a sicko.


ESAU
(screaming at the television)
What the fuck you mean “sicko,” you black muthafucker!

Esau grabbed the remote and turned off the television, walked into the dirty bathroom and looked in the mirror. He turned his head from side to side and admired his deep black eyes, smooth skin, and handsome features. He looked at the scar on his left arm where Maggie Williams had scratched him, but it was nearly healed and only showed a slight scab.

ESAU
That bitch put up a good fight, but she was the best fuck of all of them.

The little man looked at his small but powerful body. He stood only five feet but had well developed muscles from working out daily at Melony Fitness Center. He retrieved a tube of U-Stickem Glue from his pants pocket and sat on the bed. He squeezed out some of the sticky liquid on the back of Peggy’s picture and attached it on the blank page in the album. He lay on the bed and masturbated as the images of the women he had raped and killed flooded his mind, groaning silently he ejaculated; his small body shook as he slowly dozed off.


INT. Quadrangle House 67TH SOUTH SHORE DRIVE -RINGO’S APARTMENT-10 June 2008

It was an expensive adult only building and most of the tenants were professionals; school teachers, police officers, doctors and lawyers John lived on the 24th Floor and all of his windows faced Lake Michigan. It was a warm night and a soft breeze off the lake was pressing through the screened window along with the bright moonlight. Miles Davis, his favorite artist was doing his thing on the CD player while Ringo was winning an Internet computer chess game with some character named “TheBobby.” It was 2:00 am and his alley cat Piper dozing besides his leg when his cell phone rang Ringo looked at the phone and knew nothing good comes from a 2:00 am phone call and picked up the receiver.

O’SHEA
I think we got another one!

RINGO
Where?

O’SHEA
4650 South Calumet second floor, your partner is on the way.

RINGO
Got a name?
O’SHEA
Black broad named Cynthia White that’s all I got!

RINGO
On the way!
.
Ringo shut down the computer.

The weather had changed the winds had picked up and rain clouds were closing in as Ringo parked in front of 4650 South Calumet Avenue.

EXT. 4650 SOUTH CALUMET AVENUE-10 JUNE 2008-EARLY MORRNING

Gang graffiti smeared most of the dilapidated buildings that reflected their lost and forgotten tenants and pools of dirty water gathered in the gutter since the storm drains were never inspected or cleaned. Police officers had moved a large crowd across the street, a combination of concerned citizens, neighborhood crazies and the usual sullen homeboys and drug dealers, cursing at the police, a woman and two homeless people were standing around a blazing fire in a trash barrel, sparks leaped into the cold air. Esau, wearing all black clothing was in the rear of the crowd and watched as the police officers tried to maintain order. He knew they had found the body of the beautiful young girl on the 3rd floor.

FLASHBACK:
Esau remembered how she had smelled, how she had tried to fight him before he hit her with the lamp, knocking her unconscious long enough for him to undress and tie her spread eagle to the bedpost. He could still see the lust in her eyes when she awaken and felt his hard body on top of her plunging deeper and deeper into her bleeding and swollen vagina. He remembered placing the silk panty hose around her throat and the deeper he plunged the tighter her pulled the stocking and when he climaxed he pulled it even tighter until she stopped breathing. He plunged the knife repeatedly into her neck and stomach, carved an X into her chest and smeared an X with her blood on the wall. Before he left he took a Polaroid snapshot of her naked, dead body.

As Ringo started walking towards the building someone shouted “Get the fuck out, pig motherfuckers.” Ringo looked around to where the shout came from and saw a young boy maybe ten, swaggering off with a group of other young boys. Walking up the stairs Ringo passed the uniformed officers and the bright yellow crime scene tape, He smelled the bitter afterglow of sweat, stale cigarette smoke and the sweet odor of marijuana. Ringo immediately established a large crime scene, which included the entire three flat structures and approached one of the Crime Scene Unit technicians
RINGO
Video tape, photograph and sketch the entire crime scene.

Teams of detective were interviewing the other two families that lived in the building while other teams interviewed the neighbors. Ringo entered the apartment

INT. SECOND FLOOR APARTMENT-MORNING

A two man forensic team was foraging for clues around the apartment collecting and bagging items that might be significant.
RINGO
Who found the body?

Ringo asked the two officers standing at the door.
0FFICER
The maintenance man he’s inside being interviewed by one of the detectives.

The maintenance man, GEORGE WILLIS was short with stooped shoulders and a mat of dirty gray hair. His dark red lips had the signs of a wine drinker and looked to be in his late fifties.
WILLIS
I live in the basement and is the janitor, rent collector, maintenance man and security for the building. Last week I told Ms. White I wanted to exterminate her apartment and she suggested today because she had an early morning class.
RINGO
Did she sign a lease?

WILLIS
Yes, a month to month, follow me.

INT. BASEMENT APARTMENT-MORNING

The maintenance man led Ringo into a large well-organized basement apartment/office. Wills gave Ringo Cynthia White’s folder. There was a copy of her pictured Indiana Driver’s license that revealed that she twenty-one and a signed six month lease three months earlier, in the employment box on the lease application she had marked student.
RINGO
What kind of young lady was she?


WILLIS
Quiet good tenant.

RINGO
Boyfriends, friends?

WILLIS
I don’t think she had a steady fellow, but on some Fridays a group of her friends would came over, look like they were studying because we all were carrying books and book bags.

RINGO
Thanks, I’ll send someone over to get the folder so we can make copies.

INT. SECOND FLOOR APARTMENT BATHROOM-MORNING
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