He begged for his life, pleading he only was hired as a security guard at routine hours. He gave the game away, said he was payed big time to keep his mouth shut.

For a man with kids, i almost forced him to swallow the .50 cal pill that i viewed would bring justice.

"Please, I can give places they frequent. Shooting me may bring you peace, but it wont stop them."

He was not wrong, but i can tell he wanted sorrow for his insuffciency to this crime, for he can do one last good.

"Give me names, numbers, and places.."