Hey, can all of u do me a huge favor and read my new story?
This is just the prologue.

Prologue

I ran into the dark, deserted house, four policemen trailing behind me.
“Hey, policemen!” I hissed under my breath.
“Yes, ma’am?” they responded in unison. So formal. But isn’t that what I should expect from trained police?
“Split up and search for him, ‘k? You two!” I pointed at them. “Search this floor.” They took out pistols with grim, determined looks. “Very good. You two, you search the basement.” They did the same as the first two. “Excellent.”
“What about you, ma’am?” one of them asked me.
“Oh, me?” I cocked my own pistol. “Me, I’m going upstairs. Now, whoever finds him calls everyone else as backup to help with the arrest. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Then let’s move!”
We split up. I quietly made my way up the stairs, making slightly less noise than a mouse. Secretly, I hoped I wasn’t the one to find the criminal.
I looked in the bathroom, the children’s bedroom and the guest room. I even looked in the closet. After a thorough search, I realized that there was only one room I hadn’t checked.
The master bedroom.
I steeled myself…opened the door…and gasped.
There was no one there.
Wow, I thought. And I expected to be killed or something.
I cautiously moved forward.
I shone my flashlight under the bed.
I looked all around the room-again, in the closet.
Then I opened the screen in front of the connected bathroom…
And gasped. Again.
This time, it was because a man leaped at me from behind and grabbed my pistol hand first, pointed it to the ceiling, and then covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream. When he let go of my mouth and seized my throat to choke me, I murmured, “So it’s you? You’re that serial killer we’ve been hunting for a month?”
“What took you so long to realize I was here?”
“Wow. So blunt. Those little clues, those papers and riddles, were so hard to figure out. Very clever, by the way.”
“Thank you. So, you are?”
I was not about to tell him my full name, just in case he want going to track me down after this. “Detective Anne. I already know you’re Alan Hunt.” I couldn’t believe it, me, talking casually with a serial killer?
“Sooo…” he said, breathing on my neck. I realized that he was quite close to me, though still directing my pistol up and holding my throat. “Aren’t you gonna call your backup to come and get me, Anne?”
Time to put on the act.
I sighed. “Oh, I don’t know, Hunt. Will you give me a reason to?”
Hunt actually chuckled, still massaging my throat. “Hmph. You’re a sensible woman, Anne.”
“Thank you.”
I felt him relax a little, just enough to loosen his grip on my arm…
I immediately drew my knee up and kicked straight backwards. With an “Oof!” he crumpled to the ground. I turned my pistol on him, telling him, “Don’t move, Hunt. You’re under arrest.”
I then yelled, “Hey policemen! Get up here, pronto!”
They came and handcuffed him. As they started to take him away, Hunt looked at me and muttered, “Just as I thought you started to like me…”
“Sorry, Hunt,” I said apologetically. “But that’s just the way it goes.”