THE KILLER was a twisted psychopath who had spent a lifetime preparing for this one day. He needed to make a statement. Something Biblical. Epic. Comparable to the Friday when JFK was shot, or the Tuesday the Twin Towers fell; this day had to be remembered long after he was gone. And because the Killer was a cunning man, the day he chose for his slaughter was Halloween. A holiday he could hide behind a mask and walk amongst the costumed revelers on the loony tunes LA streets, and no one would be the wiser. He had only twenty-four hours to accomplish his objective. No more, no less. After...