I thought I heard something moving inside the building. I was certain I heard a male voice yell out. Considering it was late, raining, and that someone could be inside that building, I decided it was best to leave. The deadline on my pictures was tomorrow but I was positive that last picture would land me a cover spot on January. In the calendar business, that’s almost a cover shot. I went home and went to bed. As soon as I got up in the morning I went and hand developed my pictures. I was still in the dark room when I remembered that shot from the night before. I looked down the line of my pictures drying when I came across it. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped and a sudden chill came over my body. That picture I took, it wasn’t a picture of me. And it sure wasn’t my reflection either. It was a murder happening right in front of my eyes, and I took a picture of it. A picture of a murder that would have been perfect. And now my ambition to be the best may just end up killing me. Literally.