At 1 pm in Best Western Wesley Inn & Suites, Stanley Peplinski lay under hotel bed with his throat slit. He was dead and the only reason he had died was his willingness to help Benjamin Hansen.

Hansen wiped blood off his knife, remembered his journey on 64th St NW, where he had reached from a cab in Soundview Dr Street. The streets of Wollochet had been confusing but not confusing enough to stop him from hunting for Wesley Inn (according to his memory).

"I had to do this. You were threat to me." he whispered in the body's ear.

For the next hour, Hansen ordered French fries with Bacon and orange juice in the same room and paid the bill by using Peplinski's name. He knew until anybody would discover a dead body in there he would be long gone. And nobody would have a single clue if it was a murder or suicide because knife had Peplinski's finger prints. One single night had turned him into a cold murderer who would not value anyone's life for sake of his protection.

Overnight killing people seemed to be an easy task.

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At some point, he recalled how concerned he was for the girl's safety. Now the same man had killed her. Within hours, he had killed three people. He never had imagined a man like him could do this much things to cover - up a crime which he did not even commit.

He knew there was very thin chance for the killings to be stopped. He was sure no other cops had involvement in Deighan's motive. Once Deighan closed his eyes then the case will also be forever closed.

Hansen heard Peplinski's mobile ring. He couldn’t dare to put his hand inside his pocket just to have a look at mobile phone. He couldn’t take risk of leaving finger prints on the mobile's screen.

Subconsciously, he wanted to see who was calling him and also wanted to know why. Psychological warfare made him feel like he was Zodiac Killer or Jack the Ripper.

Mobile phone kept ringing in Peplinski's pocket when Hansen finally left the hotel room. Before he locked the room he heard ringtone of text message in dead man's pocket.

He did not even wait for another second and left, only to regret (some hours later), for why he did not dare to see the text message.