<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New New York, Public Library<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tim, Sarah, Phaedra, Isaac,<br/><hr/>Drake felt the wave of ice slowly wane, almost as if it was leaking from his feet into the ground, leaving the tepid, brackish water of both hollow disappointment and relief in its place as the big man in the prison jumpsuit explained that all of his victims had been in the store.  He hadn't been the one who broke into Drake's house, and he hadn't been the one who shot Marilyn dead in their bedroom.   And Marilyn, finally, had been a redhead, not a blonde.<br/><br/><em>See? I told you.  Better to get all the facts first, to ask questions before you haul off and shoot.</em><br/><br/>He had to agree with the voice.  Unlike the other three, it was one that he recognized clearly and distinctly as his own, and the only one he was prepared to acknowledge.  The others were like...strangers, shouting at him on a crowded subway train, offering him advice when he had not asked for any.  He dealt with them by ignoring them, but there definitely seemed to be a lot more of them lately.  And there were certainly one or two that seemed to know how to get underneath his skin.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the goth girl served as a timely distraction with her display of pyromania.  Drake watched her intently, studying her reaction to the fire, as well as her reaction when the woman in the business suit stormed over and put the fire out.  For some reason, the act, shocking as it was, didn't surprise him.  Everyone here, he was prepared to bet, had a few screws loose in some way.  Heck, for all he knew, the mild-mannered-looking young man with the sketch pad was a complete paranoid schizophrenic.  For God's sake, the lawyer type had even admitted to murdering his own client with an axe.<br/><br/>Every last one of them had their problems, and every last one of them was probably better off dead, or at the very least locked up far away from the rest of the world.<br/><br/>Drake simply couldn't let that happen to him until he had avenged his wife.