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serial killer, but he couldn’t place the rough, scratchy voice at all.
     
    Jake muttered, his voice torn and raspy, “I don’t know, honey. It really could be just about anyone I’ve arrested before, and maybe even one of their family members or gang buddies.” Jake thumbed around with his IV line a bit, “But I honestly don’t think it was anyone I have ever met before. I had never heard this man’s voice before in my life, and it was very distinctive.”
     
    Jake began to get angry just thinking about the man. How could he violate his home and threaten his family like that and get away with it? Jake’s hands tensed up into fists and the heart monitor he was hooked up to began to beep faster and faster.
     
    “Babe, you have to calm down. Your heart is racing a hundred miles an hour!” Heather said as she placed her hand gently on his fists, caressing them slowly to help him relax. “I know you will get this guy. Me and the kids will be safe. Chief Lunkster already talked to me and has protection set up for me and children to be under watch 24/7 until this freak is brought in.”
     
    Jake relaxed a bit and considered what he knew about the suspect so far. He was about six feet tall, heavy-set, didn’t have any visible tattoos, and wore a ski mask to conceal his identity. The only clues they had found so far at all the crime scenes were chess pieces and one small note. None of the victims seemed to be connected in any way. Jake’s mind picked at all the details, but he couldn’t think of anything new. Everything was all scrambled up from his near-death experience.
     
    Jake’s train of thought was derailed as the door to his hospital room swung open, and his friend and partner Stacey walked in. Tears were in her eyes as she said, “Oh my god, J! Are you ok? What happened to you?”
     
    She rushed forward and started hugging him like she hadn’t seen him in ages. Jake grimaced as her hug threatened to cut off his oxygen supply. Stacey finally released him and explained, “The chief called me and told me you had been attacked and were in the hospital. I rushed over here as soon as I heard!”
     
    Jake was about to speak but pain caused him to grab at his throat. Even whispering was hard when you had nearly been choked to death.
     
    Heather leaned over to Stacey and said to her, “He’s ok, Stacey. Jake thinks that the guy that attacked him is some serial killer you guys are after.”
     
    Heather looked over at Jake with an expression of mock anger, “I haven’t heard anything about any serial killer in the news though!” her features softened as she continued to explain, “Apparently this guy ambushed Jake in the garage and knocked him out. When he came to, he was hanging from a noose. The workbench the attacker tied the rope to broke, and it woke me up. Probably woke up half the neighborhood as well. At first I thought a bomb had gone off or something. I ran in there and saw Jake lying on the floor and blood everywhere. He wasn’t breathing at first.”
     
    Heather looked like she was about to start crying again, but she held back the tears. “Thank God I let Jake build that thing instead of hiring a contractor to do it!” Heather began to chuckle lightly, “Of course, now I have my doubts about the roof repairs he did over the winter.” Jake just smiled weakly and gave a thumbs-up.
     
    Jake could see how concerned everyone around him was. He vowed then and there to never let this case rest until the suicide serial killer had been apprehended. Slowly, his visitors came and went, until the night nurse demanded that, “Visiting hours are over, people. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
     
    Jake’s wife kissed him again, and was escorted out by two armed, uniformed deputies. Jake prayed that she would be safe with the children under police protection. The nurse turned out the lights and closed the door to his room.
     
    Sleep was difficult, but thanks to the