John Cadwell… AKA “Phat Daddy”… Alleged rapist for the Angela Lopez slaying last June 5… She was only 17.

I’ve been on his trail for the past 5 months… Seems like Cadwell was also hot on the recent dope scam in Gotham… My kind of place.

I was assigned here 2 years ago. I was called for a “special case” so to speak. And now, I’m all set on my prey. He’s running hard. Hell, I can hear him puffing and wheezing. God, I love the chase.

He’s scared. I can sense his fear. He’s running alright. But he’s not running away from me!

I intend to find out who is he running from... He turns left… Good. That’s a dead end. No way this piece of lard can outrun me in my turf!

He’s gasping hard for air. He’s getting desperate. Whoever got to Phat Daddy, he’s got him tight.

I remembered my dad telling me once. “The most dangerous people you’ll ever meet are the desperate ones.”

He’s right you know. That’s why my old man’s dug six feet below the ground. Sound advice.

Fatso’s grabbing for it… He’s grabbing… his chest? Oh crap. Heart attack. He’s got himself worked out pretty bad. My lead is slipping away fast. Gotta make my move… One hundred one… One hundred two… One hundred three… Damn it… Too late… He’s dead. All this work for nothing.

Awww...that's just sad for whoever's chasing him. Death snatched him away, ironic really.

Well...I like the pacing. The story moves along fast and there's no annoying description to hamper the speed. Is this an intro, or is this a short story. Like a lesson on keeping your hopes up only for it to be snatched away. Bad Luck and all that.

I can't really tell about it much since there isn't much of a story.