Southside Slasher

How did we miss this? It was right there all along. Thought the detective. He replayed the tape, showing an almost exact replica of the man rotting in prison for the same killings that had taken place more than 20 years previously. Only this time it wasn’t Brian Peters, but rather his younger brother, Aaron. He was only 7 or so when Brian was caught, he must have had instruction from his brother. There’s no other way he would have been able to replicate all the signature details, Burcks concluded. When he had briefly interviewed Aaron two weeks ago he had seemed nothing like is brother, aside from his looks. Aaron had seemed much friendlier, not at all capable of doing something like this.
Burcks rose from his chair and loudly called out for Olsen, who was seated at his desk in the bullpen. Momentarily taken aback by such a seemingly spontaneous summoning, Jesse Olsen collected himself and made way for his partner’s office. “What’s up?” he asked.
“We found ‘em” Burcks replied, and he showed him the tape.
Olsen watched the tape, his mouth half open. “I don’t believe it,” was all he could say.
“He may be planning another murder, so we need to act quick.”
“I’ll look him up in the registry, see if I can get an address,” replied Olsen
“Good, I’ll get a team ready.”
The two went their separate ways and 15 minutes later they were in the patrol car, and on their way, leading the way for the two other police cars behind them.
“We’re headed for 410 West Jackson,” said Olsen, who was riding shotgun. Sirens roaring, the three cars were able to pick up considerable speed once they hit the Kennedy Expressway. Sifting through the cars as they pulled to the side to make room for the trio of cars, Burcks began to feel a rage well up inside o...

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...e normal lives. The murders had taken their toll on Aaron, resulting in the overlooked details of the last murder, as well as accidently being seen among the crowd at Union Station. In the end, Aaron was glad to be caught, ridding himself of this monstrous burden.
Detective Burcks had enjoyed a great sense of relief following the conclusion of the case. He and Jesse had been written about extensively in nearly every news outlet in the country, most exaggerated extensively, but this time Burcks didn’t mind. He had just finished reading the most recent piece about Peters in the Tribune when he looked at his watch and concluded that his day was over. He stood up, put on his jacket, and was almost to the door when his phone began to ring. Giving it a moment’s thought, Detective Burcks turned his back to the phone and closed the door, thinking to himself not this time.