"Hold it together.
Birds of a feather.
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer,
Spreading like cancer:
You are the faith inside me."
I drove to West Virginia today.
No kidding. West-fucking-Virginia.
Just to place a call in a public pay phone.
Operator: 9-1-1, what is your emergency?
Me: (in a whispered, gravelly voice) This is anonymous tip. I have reason to believe that the people at address [REDACTED] will be targeted by a deranged serial killer.
Operator: (I hear the sound of typing in the background) Ma'am, this address is located in Canada.
Operator: Canada is outside of our jurisdiction. How did you obtain-
Me: (I forgot about my fake voice for a second) Then inform the Canadian police! Just do something!
Operator: (calmly) Ma'am, how did you obtain this information?
Me: I... (fake voice again) Threats have been made, and... I happen to know that the killer in question is serious. He won't just kill them, he'll torture them first. Please, you have to-
Operator: Ma'am, what is the name of the criminal in question?
Me: Luke Cifer.
Operator: And where are you located?
I hung up.
I got out of the phone booth, kept the hood of my jacket up, and hailed a taxi, which took me back to where I had parked my car. I'm on my way home now; I'm currently at a truck stop in Maryland as I write this.
Oh god, what am I supposed to do?