Copyright © Austin Fern
Why I Kill
Dan Castel walked through the double doors of the police station, rubbing a hand in a circular motion on his temple. Already stressed from missing his usual morning cup of coffee. Dan is an average height man with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. His skin has a nice tan to it from sitting outside for hours doing physiological evaluations. He was dressed in his usual jeans and nice shirt with a black leather jacket to protect form winters chill.
“Hey there Dan, stressed already?” asked officer James as he saw Dan enter the building.