And there I was all over again.

Some clues lead to some place and other clues lead me to a dead end. I was thinking that this killer won't even try to hide. He or she will be around his business, looking for his next victim and everyone here is trying to preddict his next move.

My name is Rick Taylor, the date is 2nd April 1948. Harry Truman just approved the Marshall Plan, Gandhi was killed, teaching religion at schools is illegal, and here I'm sitting my ass on my cubicle trying to find this damn killer. It's the 6th one since this killer ad started and panic has started to show here in this city of Mesa, AZ. I work in all the area of Arizona, mostly, and I'm called when thinkgs go crazy in other places. I haven't been able to eat, sleep and work all because of this case. I've been working on it for 2 weeks now, and so far we don't got any clue on who would be responsible for this.
I still remember how it all started. That bastard...
I was doing a check-up on a hit-and-run from a woman who was drunk that night. It was 4:03 a.m. when a called came to my office that night. I was asked if I wanted to go check on a call made for some screams that were heared outside of the docks of the Santa Cruz River. They asked me to go check it out, since I was closer to that river, I was hanging out with some friends before going to do the check-up and they knew where I was staying, so I decided to go check on them.

As I looked for the source of the emergency, I noticed an abandoned car that was painted with 2 words, "GET OUT". When I saw that , I knew this wasn't going to be a good thing to go unarmed, so I grabed my Colt .45 from the glove box and put it on my holster. As I put on my hat and buttoned my jacket, the moan from a person could be heard not too far away from where I standed. It was dark, so I took my flashlight and unholstered my gun and pointed it at where the sounds camed from. I was getting a bad feeling about this, and I tried not to become overwhelmed by my feeling. I was just about to get where the sound came from when suddently, the painted car exploded right in my back. I was far from it, but the impact was great I was blown away. When I tried to get up, I felt an arm next to me, so I showed the flashlight to where the arm was, and effectively, there was a woman, dead, right next to me. She looked that she bleeded to death, but there were no signs of blood splatter, as if all the blood was never there. I proceeded to call reinforcements, and checked out hte car, when I touck the paint of the car I suddently realizae that was no paint, it was blood, and it still was fresh.

When backup arrived, we looked for clues, start checking around the place, look for other blood, weapons and such. We founded nothing. We were on a dead end. Nothing could take us to the killer. This, of course, was on the news, and by the evidence we recolected, the news called the killer, "The Blood Painter", come to think of it, it wasn't such a bad name for him. It suited him good.

The next 5 victims died the same way, and all died in a same place, a river, exploding car and a different message in every car. Why did he killed them next to a river? Why exploding cars? Nothing made any sense. There was no clue that could take us to him. The women weren0t, in any way, connected. It looked like if this killer ony killed for pleasure and in rivers. It was not understandable the way he acted.But then...

TO BE CONTINUED...