Detective Peter Pux sat across from Max Jones in the interrogation room, staring at the man who had been responsible for the string of murders that had rocked the city.

Jones sat at the table, his head in his hands, a defeated look on his face. He had finally cracked under the pressure of the investigation, confessing to hiring Simon Turner to carry out the murders.

Pux couldn't believe it. After days of dead ends and frustration, they finally caught the killer.

"Why?" Pux asked, his voice filled with disgust. "Why did you do it?"

Jones looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears. "It was for the money," he said, his voice shaking. "I was in debt and I needed a quick fix. I thought I could get away with it."

Pux couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jones had taken three lives for a few extra dollars. He was disgusted by the man's callousness.

"You'll pay for what you've done," Pux said, standing up. "I'll make sure of it."

As he left the room, Pux couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The killer had been caught, and the city could finally start to heal.

But Pux knew that the work was far from over. He had a job to do, and he was determined to see it through.