Who am I hunting down for you?
The Zodiac? Ted Bundy? A crazed killer? Who is it?
I walk up to them good afternoon gents
Redington and the man look up at you
Afternoon sir. Can we help you?
I look at him we need to start a conversation.
Redington looks at him back
Sure we need to have a conversation, about what?
I'm a very handsome 21-year-old college student wearing a black suit
James looks at you from head to toe looking at your young appearance. He seems surprised by how young you are.
How old are you kid?
no just a couple of killers I say handing you files
James takes the files and looks at them before looking back up at him.
A couple of killers, huh? Not some big fish?
I sit next to them actually I'm here because I want to work with you
I look at him suspiciously before speaking
And why do you want to work with me?
Do you really think these people are real?
James looks at him confused Of course they are real, why do you ask?
I hear that the Son of Sam is killing again. Do you think its him or just someone copycatting him?
If he was alive and still killing then the FBI and NYPD would know by now. Besides, if it was the real Son of Sam then he wouldn't be that sloppy, he would be a mastermind at evading capture.
I look at him David Berkowitz the son of Sam
He takes a sip of his drink before nodding.
David Berkowitz. The Son of Sam. A serial killer who terrorized New York City during the summer of 1976.
He sets his drink down.
What information do you have on him?
I look at him my uncle the night stalker
The Night Stalker? Richard Ramirez?
I put on my glasses Henry Lee Lucas
Henry Lee Lucas? Oh yeah I know who he is. He was a serial killer.
actually they're not killers at all they're innocent people I reveal myself as a cop
He doesn’t look shocked at all, he seems almost unfazed by this revelation. He smirks a bit and lets out a small laugh.
A cop? You’re a cop? That’s priceless.
I step out of the shadows do my brothers words mean nothing to you James?
Red looks up at you and sees your face. He puts on his best serious face.
What are you talking about? What did your brother say?
I don't know what you mean. I say nervously.
Oh come now, Matthew. You're not good at lying. I can tell by the way you look at me you know something. Now why don't you stop acting like a scared puppy and tell me what I want to know?