Chapter Ten
The time was 12:30 AM.
The lamps were bright; so bright that Carl Gregson squinted his blue eyes. He looked at the grey road that led to the graveyard. The footsteps slowed to a grinding halt. He was agitated. The late shift jobs were coming on a regular basis. The mob, led by Theodore Gates, had arrived in Michigan. They wanted someone to shake down those who didn't pay for the criminal syndicate to flex their muscles. Carl waited. His long, black hair, and hazel eyes, filled the moon's aura. He looked scared, as if something irked him. The Michigan Mayor, Edward Schofield III, was in power for a First Term in office; Schofield was brash, and old school. At sixty, he was on the verge of retirement, as the youth of America slammed his policies of open immigration, rights for women to have abortions at clinics, and better rights for fraternities and sororities at the Michigan campuses. He walked in his blue flares. He wore red colored socks, and shoes on his feet. On his left, middle finger was a wedding ring; on his right, middle finger was a Rolex watch. At twenty-three, he was married for two years to his wife, Sara Gregson, who was a twenty year old homemaker, who was working on her first romance novel, that she was working on in her study, on her new typewriter. Carl watched the skies. Dark shadows hovered in the fifty-nine degree weather.
Then he saw someone coming towards him with a knife.
He screamed, as the killer's sharp blade came towards him.
His body fell to the gravelly ground, as blood spilled from the wound to his stomach. Then the killer left, and the murders in Michigan continued to cause a wave of fear to everyone who lived, and worked, there.
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