An elder man around his forties was found lying in a pool of urine and blood, scared shit less he thought death would be better.

I had studied his office to find many old law books dating back to the early 60’s.
The more you studied the filth in his office the more you got to know who he truly was. A self indulged man who loved his work a little bit too much.

I had noticed a blood filled photo half the corpse’s body was smothered in his blood, but the man standing on his right was well visible, it was my father standing close to this stranger.

What had this all mean?
It was weird to have stumbled on this. Like someone knew I would just come around.

A bunch of old note’s where left in a pile by the garbage with an address stuck to one of the loosely papers.

The address was marked with my apartment number.

Was this man my break?
Was he the one to save me from this insanity I had driven myself towards to?