Angel of Death

The killer was holding Ronalds in a half nelson with a knife to his throat. He had changed his appearance, but Angelo knew who he was. She hadn't even suspected him. "Give it up!" she said, pointing her Glock at him He laughed. It was a sick, twisted laugh. He was mad, completely insane. "Let Detective Ronalds go!" He pressed the knife to her partner's exposed neck drawing blood. "Drop your weapon, bitch!" "Just shoot him!" Ronalds shouted. His voice was stern, full of authority. Dark red blood began to dribble down Ronalds' neck onto his white oxford shirt as the killer forced the knife deeper...