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finalized her decision “Sure, she replied. How about I drive?”
                  The man smiled as he threw an arm around Claire’s waist. “So what’s name?”
                  Claire thought about telling him the truth. But then again, if her plan didn’t work out, someone would know what she did. “Stacy,” she lied.
                  The man cupped her face with his right hand. “Nice meet you. I Ambrose.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Claire wanted to pull away. The thought of this low life’s lips touching hers repulsed her, but she needed to play along with it.
                  Nothing will get in your way of what you want , she reminded herself.
                  She didn’t have to act too much. Ambrose was ready to drop the moment he took a step forward. Claire helped him to her car and placed him in the backseat. He let out a low moan. She entered the driver’s seat and looked back at the crumpled heap that was once a smooth talker.
                  Now that Claire had him, she didn’t know what to do with him. What has gotten into you ? An image of the man that drugged and raped her flooded her mind. He was the reason she was like this and she wasn’t going to let it happen to another woman. Claire started her car and sped off with Ambrose passed out in the backseat.

Chapter 2-Ali
                  Nightmares have plagued me for the first six months of 2006. Dreams of burning buildings, people drowning, and dead body after dead body piling up at the foot the Ulster County Police Station’s steps filled my mind. It didn’t matter where I went, I saw the faces of the seven students that were murdered by a cold calculating twenty something year old. If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to live with the lasting image of firing the bullet that ended his life. You would think all of this could be avoided by simply waking up. Unfortunately for me, these images were burned into my brain, forcing me to live with them every day.
                  The media wasn’t any help. Every day there was a new headline that took a shot at me, my actions or the Ulster County P.D. Throughout the last six months, all I read were bold captions of: Detective Ryan Slays Campus Killer. Campus Killer Thwarted By Police. Police Under Fire.
                  Okay maybe all of the headlines weren’t too bad, but they constantly reminded me of what happened for months leading up to the Campus Killer’s death. His reign of terror ended when I killed the miserable son of a bitch. That’s what brought this media hail storm to the Ulster County P.D. Half of the town and my police department billed me as some sort of hero. They were no longer afraid to leave their homes or walk around campus because some deranged killer was on the loose. Others condemned me for using such deadly force to stop a potential suspect without ever letting him defend himself.
                  I was justified . That’s what I had to keep telling myself. Several months of investigating the deaths of six victims led to one last game of cat and mouse. He baited me into following him into a high speed chase down I-84 until it abruptly ended at the airport. He was on the run and wanted me to watch as the last opportunity to catch him slip through my fingers. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
                  It replayed in my head every day. Intense fear burned in those eyes as I yelled freeze. The tip of a knife slithered out from his sleeve and pressed against an innocent woman’s throat. My hand shook as I readied my aim. I wanted to take the sick bastard down. The smirk on his face told me he knew I wouldn’t fire my gun, not when I had a petrified woman staring back at me.
                  Before I could react, a tall, dark, and handsome hero came to my aid. I don’t know how he knew where to find me, but