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Elmer couldn't process what was happening. The crazed look in Albert's eyes, the blood splatter beneath Irving's head-bright red. Oxidized. Like he learned in biology class. Albert killed him. He murdered his ex-boyfriend, beat him to death with his bare hands and nothing but, breathing heavily over his placid body, eyes wide open in shock before he even took his last breath. Elmer didn't believe what he was seeing, but he could feel. He felt scared, breathless, proud, protected-invincible. He was invincible. No one could touch Elmer Kasprzak when Albert DaSilva was alive. "And that's what you felt?" Elmer gasped as he looked at the writer's face, eyes wide and tears falling down his cheeks. "Yes. Yes, I did." It felt so good. ------------------------- The best criminals often seem unexpected, lying low until they are forced into the spotlight like freaks of nature, berated and kicked with the long lived rules of being normal. Elmer never had the chance to be normal. What's the harm in admitting that? Through a series of interviews, Elmer Kaspbrak, assailant to The Manhattan Murders, reveals every secret and lie he'd admitted to writer and reporter, Davey Jacobs with the help of his friend, Jack Kelly. Can they get the full scoop? Or is this another irrelevant piece of media that deserves to die?
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