[Lindel]

The bass rattles my face, DJ quickens the pace, I order another shot of whiskey to marinade my brain.
Dizzying bright pallets illuminate the place, a dancer dances down the aisle, I remove my shades.
"Want some company, babe?" most would be smitten, "Sorry, I'm here on business, seeking out a witness."
her eye slightly twitches, she uncomfortably itches. "maybe another time, then..." as she quickly ditches.
The bartender takes my glass, pours me another, "this one's on the house, for those who've suffered."
I glance at him a second, contemplate what words to muster, "there's some actresses who frequent this place,
who've recently been found face down in the gutter. Anything you know could help bring their killer to justice,
some of them were mothers..." -- I wanted to trust him. He assists another customer, I observe as he judges,
"they all worked for the same agency, that's all I know, cousin." I thank him and leave a tip, twice what my drinks were worth,
this lead may be a dead end or the spark that makes this guy burn. This killer targets young, beautiful girls,
actresses who sought the world, only to be fed to worms. I wanna watch HIM squirm as my bullet splits his spine,
doesn't matter if he dies or if I just leave him paralyzed. I want him crucified, can't get the idea out my mind,
I'm running out of time while he plans his next strike. I stop by the precinct to debrief about my witness,
when another detective smirks and casually plays, "hey, Jay! Couldn't help but notice you could use an upgrade!"
To which I respond, "well, if it ain't broke, why fix it?" He walks away, as if any of that mattered,
"Lieutenant! I might've gotten a break on this bastard! An agency employed our victims, that's the pattern!"
"Then what're you doing here? Quit the jibber jabber! Pitter, patter!"

"Hello, I'm Detective Soule', I'd like to discuss some murders," "Well, should we call our lawyer before this goes any further?"
"That won't be necessary, just tell me if these girls worked here," the secretary ganders at the photos, shadowed by fear...
She calls somebody to meet me, maybe I'll get some answers, an older gentlemen in a suit exits the elevator in a suave manner.
"Detective, I believe you've got some questions, maybe I can help, if you'd follow me to my office, I've some files on my shelf.
You see, I managed these women and your culprit I am not, they earned me billions so I'd be foolish to write them off.
There was a man though who's mother we denied, a beautiful dove who was sadly much too shy.
Apparently, she killed herself, and he blamed us out of grief, threatened to kill everybody who ever works for me."
I thought about it for a second, then before I could decide, an officer down was called on my radio, "I repeat, triple nine."
The address was close to me, right across the street, I pulled out my pistol and ran over, still discreet,
I spotted something beneath the stairs, a heart-shaped box with strands of hair, the girl next door pointed, scared.
the devil's advocate is up there, the terror in her eyes, the misery in the air basically luring me to the monster's lair.
I begin a walk to remember, finding the officer holding her liver, "he's got a knife..." she barely whimpers,
as she continues to shiver, I reach the top floor, holding the trigger, no... holding a lot more.
I turn into a room, aiming straight ahead, he stands in front of a window, no angst or regret,
"Well, Detective, I hear you've been searching for me so here I am..." that look on his face I won't forget.
"Some might say I'm your own personal boogeyman, the way you've been obsessed...
could've saved your marriage but you were more concerned with my little mess.
Yes, I killed those women, I set them all free from having to be human,
now they'll never be ruined by sexual harassment or rejection's conclusion.
They'll never feel the agony of not being good enough, of not feeling loved,
of having to raise a son alone in the cold, no husband to give a FUCK!"
"Is that what happened to you? Is that what this is about?
Daddy issues, self abuse and you get unhinged to let it out?
You're pathetic! No wonder your mother wanted to die!
it wasn't the rejection, it was the failure she brought to life!"
"I didn't even get to say goodbye!" a tear spilled from his eye.
"Well, soon you'll see her again when six screaming eagles say goodnight!"
I go to pull the trigger when suddenly my nerves subside...

[System error...admin required to override...]

"Well, isn't this interesting... the replicant falls asleep...
tell me 'detective'... do androids dream of electric sheep?"