Sweet Dreams, Angel of Death

There is no real way to say good-bye, is there? A lovely Vancouver night, the sun is setting and few hours to get these final words to you. I had no idea who you were till I figured it out. No idea till I found the clues...that led me to you. Do you have remorse for the murders of all those people. Or for the one's still hanging on your basement wall.

I found them when I came back that night after our last meeting. I never knew how close to death I was. But that's my job, and now, you, who were once the hunter, became the prey. Didn't see me coming, did you? Your male ego stopped you from thinking I could catch you, didn't it?

Good Bye James Larson...sweet dreams, Angel of death, for you shall die at the stroke of midnight.

With Affection,

Detective Laura-Ann Pollido