You will be caught. It isn’t a question of if; it’s a question of when. It will happen, and you know it. That is why you dwell in shadows and hide behind closed doors. Darkness fears the light, and you, sir, are full of fear – as you should be. It must be Hell to wake up every morning and wonder, “Is today the day? Will they come to take me away today? Will I be spending tonight weeping alone on a cold, hard jail cell cot?” A Hell you most definitely deserve, to be sure, but Hell nonetheless.

You live in fear of every knock at the door, every ring of the phone, every police car and every television camera. Do you see patrol cars on your street and fear that they are there for you? Cower there in your prison that you have created, for another one awaits you. There is nothing left in this life for you but prison. The time you spend in each one is undetermined as of yet, but you spend your days now in a prison of fear, awaiting your prison of justice and pain.

Did you feel like a big, strong, man in control of everything when you took the last breath of life from her? Did it make you feel powerful to throw her body away like a piece of trash? Remember that when you have lost control of your entire world, when you are no longer in control of even the smallest things free men take for granted: clothing, meals, even relieving yourself. Controlling even those simple things will be but happy memories when they come to take you away in handcuffs. That day is coming – slowly, but surely. Every day it’s closer – every day you breathe free air is stolen, and it will be reckoned.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.