"Mr. Mn"
In August 1989, during a sweltering summer, David Mills received a dispatch over the radio and drove with his partner O'Sullivan to Beverly Hills in a patrol car.
This call was different from the ones they had handled before. There were five victims, and one of them had still been alive when he ran next door for help. Mills's patrol car had been the closest to the scene.
Such vicious murders were rarely heard of in wealthy neighborhoods. At first, he had even thought it was another prank, but after they nearly collided with an oncoming car, he began to believe it was real.
He reported the license plate number and vehicle model to headquarters, leaving the pursuit to other patrol cars and traffic cops, while he continued toward the address provided by the caller. It was the home of a fairly famous director and his beautiful actress wife.
Crazy movie fans often snuck into Beverly Hills to catch a glimpse of the stars they idolized. Mills sometimes helped drive away those fans and paparazzi lurking for candid shots. A few of them were even familiar faces. Stars would apply to the court for restraining orders barring certain people from approaching them.
A restraining order was only a piece of paper. It took uniformed cops like him to enforce it. In a sense, he was very familiar with Beverly Hills.
When he drove up to the mansion, the front gate was open. The male neighbor next door, wearing a tank top and shorts with a woman's robe draped over him, ran over barefoot. He held a revolver in his hand, but even armed, his face was full of terror. His dog kept barking, while his wife hid inside, her face streaked with tears and her body covered in