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

His patient is on the surgical table, prepped and ready to go. The vitals monitor beats steadily beside him. A melodious jazz band plays softly in the toffee-colored room. 


Excitement builds as the doctor reaches for his first instrument. If Manny is as healthy as the blood tests show, his organs will give the doctor a complete return on his investment with plenty of money to spare. Easy street, here I come. He takes a deep breath and then lays the razor-sharp blade against the patient's skin. 


A door squeaks in the adjoining room. Carl is on his game tonight. He returns to the task at hand. The scalpel pierces the patient's skin. A trickle of blood rises to the surface. He starts to bring the blade across but pauses mid-stroke. Carl usually honks when he pulls in. 


Weighing the Facts