text: 402 Another sleepless night of tossing and turning in my bed Another night of terrors pounding at my head Another cell phone ring, another horrific scene Another dead body for me to have to see “Hello,” I answered as the tone stayed dead Then a woman's voice shrieked, “He's at it again.” “Are you sure?” I asked as out of the bed I flew “I'm positive sir, but this time... he left you a clue” As I hung up the phone I sat for a minute to think A clue? Why now? What is the missing link? This doesn't make any sense, as I picked my clothes off the floor I can't wrap my head around this, he's never done this before I then grabbed my badge and my gun and ran out the door Another drop of rain Another dark night Another dead body Another scene of fright This victim wasn't different, he did them all the same Bound, gagged, and stabbed in his sick demented game This poor girl had been tortured, had to suffer so much pain “Has anyone notified the family? Do we even know her name?” “No, not yet sir,” I heard, “we're still trying to figure this one out” “But here's the clue he left for you... he stuffed it in her mouth” Another lifeless corpse Another woman dead Another brunette beauty Another street of red I stared at this piece of paper as I plotted my next move But I kept drawing a blank, for all it read was 402 He wasn't going to make this simple, this was no easy clue He was toying with my brain as I knew not what to do “Check every apartment in this city, I don't care how long it takes” “Until we figure this thing out, not a woman will be safe” Another shot of whiskey Another cigarette drag Another night gone hopeless Another night gone mad He just won't quit, won’t give up or leave He won't relinquish himself, discontinue or cease He won't vacate my life, retire or flee He won't stop til I'm dead, til there's just a shell of me Not til I'm hopeless and defeated, not until I give in Not til I am ruined, not until then will he win I laid it on the bar and stared at the piece of paper til it bled Til 402 was all I thought about, til it was branded in my head I know it wasn't over, I know what he will do He will have to kill again, He'd want to leave more clues Another cell phone ring Another whiskey down Another shrieking voice Another body found “Sir, you must get down here, I don't know what to say” “Well first,” I shouted, “tell me what happened. Is everything ok?” “Sir, I can't explain this, please say you're on your way” “I'll have to take a cab, put up the yellow tape” My cigarette was lit but a drag I did not take For inches just blew off as the ash just blew away I stood running, fast, for a step I did not take My hands remained still, as my heart began to ache Everyone stood in horror at how this girl was laid to rest For the clue that he had left me, he carved it in her chest I couldn't understand what he left for me to read I just could not make sense of the letters before me 'NOT HIL' is what he carved, 'NOT HIL' is what I saw As I remained motionless as the rain continued to pour Another nightmare branded In another person's soul Another 911 call Another clue untold The next victim was found different, I almost couldn't tell He laid her down so careful, he treated her so well No puncture wounds or stabbings, no torture could be seen No horrific nightmare, no signs that he was mean A dead body, of course, a murder yes indeed Fearful, dreadful, frightful, horrific to say the least Not his usual victim, it was not his usual play No signs he went too far showing his shades of Mr.