open to: @billxbarker
location: bill's (secret) office
time: morning
Just like that, the city was turned on its head.
Another murder, and the killer now had a name. This mystery just revealed another dimension, and it was proving to be worse than anyone first imagined. Not to mention that letter - not only the one sent to the police - but the one addressed directly to him. John held a copy of the paper tight to his side, his letter folded snugly within it's pages.
He was booking it down a familiar path. Towards and old warehouse, one nobody would think to check. Though, John took great care to watch for anyone following him, watching him... the man prickled visibly with fear and paranoia.
John let himself in. If he knew Bill, under these circumstances, he'd be expected. If his boss wasn't here yet, John would resolve to wait for him. He didn't know what else to do.
"Mr. Barker?" He called out, pale and uneasy.