Rage made him gulp for air, only to have it rush back out again. A flush of anger heated his cheeks. The little Hispanic bitch sashayed up on stage as if she had every right to be there.

In the old days, she would have been kicked out the police academy on height restrictions alone. She was a joke, taking the place of a hard-working man who should be standing there instead of her. And the oh-so-honorable Detective Black didn’t help, bragging about his partner’s supposed contributions to the case. That took his brown-nosing to a whole new level.

He already had his next two victims planned, but she could still be added to the lineup. No one would ever catch him. Observing the people who tried was like watching that vintage television show about cops chasing each other around like rabid mice. Yeah, picking off the police department’s new poster girl would give him a little added glee somewhere down the line.

And his list of targets just kept growing.