The Empty Man (Rought Draft)

Prologue

He sat at the serving tabled on a bar stool sipping on a glass of Whiskey, the music was blaring behind him, but it did not seem to be a bother. It had been a rough night for Jason Foxx, a rookie detective that had failed his first case. They say you should not let your mistakes keep you down... just get back up and dust yourself off ...but he let this one mistake keep him down. He was too late to find that little girl ...it had been three months and he had still not found any leads on the killer; they disappeared without a trace. It was driving him insane. His nerves began to feel numb, the Whiskey was kicking in. Women had approached him multiple times, trying to get him on the dance floor, but he ignored them, sometimes he even had to show his badge to chase them off.
“Jason!!”, he heard someone shout from the crowd, the voice was familiar, sounded like his partner Vincent, “Jason!!”, he heard again, this time his voice was closer.
Jason felt a hand land on his shoulder, “God Damn it, kid, the Hell are you doing in this place?”,
He ignored his partner and continued to drink, there was no point in stopping now.
“I got to talk to you, kid. Come on”, Vince said,
Even though Jason was utterly depressed and felt he deserved nothing but death, he did not lose respect for his partner that was more than twenty years older than him. Momma always taught him to respect elders, and that he did! He gulped down the last of the drink and got to his feet. His was tipsy, it would kick in later again. He followed Vince through the crowd and out the door to the front. His ears were ringing at how loud the music was, and how he suddenly flung himself into a quiet environment. The club’s name was The Golden Unicorn; part club part strip club, though Jason was not here to view the women, he just wanted to drown his sorrow in a glass of whiskey. Vince walked over to the black sedan he drove and sat on the bonnet.
“We have a lead. The boss wants to know if you are in or not. I told him you had been off the case for a while now...you might not want to-”, Jason spoke, cutting Vince off,
“What do you think I should do, Vince?”, he asked, “you are my partner, you have not led me astray”, he took a seat next to Vince, “every night I see that little girl...hurt, bloody and crying her eyes out ...I promised her I would keep her safe”, he closed his hand into a tight fist,
“It was not your fault, kid. We would have never known that sick fuck would pull the trigger. In my years on the force, I have not seen any rookie do what you did on that case. The thing is ...he is back, and we need all the help we can get. You have dealt with this psycho more than anyone. There is a briefing on the case tomorrow morning at the office. If you’d like, you can crash at my place, the wife won’t mind. I’m sure you would not want to go home in that state”,
Jason nodded, Vince always knew what do to when he found himself at the bottom of a glass or bottle. Jason lived with his mother and two sisters, and they did not like seeing him drunk. He was not a violent person, it just meant he was incredibly sad or depressed. He got in the passenger's seat and texted his mom that he won’t be coming home tonight. She knew the only place he would be was with Vincent. Vince started the car and drove off. As he was driving, he pulled out his phoned and called out. When the call was answered all he said was, “He’s in. Yeah, we got our man. We’re finally going to bring this fucker to justice”, and then he hung up, must have been the chief of police? Did not matter. The sidewalk streetlights were turned off, shrouding the road in darkness. The headlights of the Sedan did its best to fight the darkness away.
“It’s good to have you-”, Vince was interrupted when a rock was thrown through the driver’s side window, causing it to shatter. The rock collided with the side of his left wrist and fractured it. This caused Vince to lose control of the car and crass into a streetlamp.
Jason took a second to let everything settle, he checked on Vince who was laying back in his seat with a gash in the corner of his forehead, he was still alive. He climbed out with his handgun equipped in his right hand and his torch in the left. He saw a someone run away from the park that was across the road.
“Hey! Freeze!”, he said starting the chase, he sprinted over the road and into the park. As he entered a thicket of trees in the park, he stopped dead in his tracks and caught sight of the latest victim.