"That's one way to get killed." Jillian, my coworker, laughs.
"It was just a training coarse." I mumble and rub my shoulder. "Alexander shot me in the shoulder. It was friendly fire!"
"Uh-huh, sure." Jillian chuckles as she types up a report from a past case.
"Well, Jillian. I have to go home. This Jeff the Killer nonsense is making me tired."
Just a normal Friday night of watching football, drinking, and whatever else a bachelor does by himself is what Zach was up to. Until someone knocked on his door at 10 pm. He isn't expecting company so he reaches for his .9 millimeter pistol on his coffee table.
The walk to the front door is full of suspense. Once he's there, he creaks it open. What he thought was an intruder was a man stabbed multiple times by a chef's knife. The man's final words are: "watch out for Jeff."