Carl, an ex-cop is tired of the faltering judicial system, letting criminals go with a mere slap on the wrist. He decides to take matters into his own hands and rid the city of its undesirables once and for all.

Justice Best Served Cold

The bedroom door flies open, crashing against the wall. With their guns drawn, the brothers dart into the sparsely furnished room. Discovering it's empty, Marcus stomps to the walk-in closet. Lewis pulls the lacy curtains away from the window and looks down. "He's not outside." 


"He's not in there either." Marcus closes the closet door. 


Lewis scans the room again. The furniture consisted of an oak dresser and a matching bed. Neither piece offers a place to hide. "He must've jumped." He looks around the yard again. 


Marcus walks over and glances down. "I'm not sure how he managed or what shape he's in." 


Caught in the Act