It was a cold and spiteful siku in Detroit,Michigan. Rain pelted at all of the umbrellas that hung over the heads of the many people. Some filled with guilt, some a bit sinful. Just everyday people trying to make a living. Small puddles of water splashed as busy and paced feet stepped upon them. Cars, Trucks, and mini-vans roamed the roads in tafuta of their destinations. Everything was, well, normal. Except on the third floor of Belcrest Apartment 3, in room 206. 29 mwaka old Dave Sherman, a man wanted for countless murders, crouched in front of his window with his finger on the trigger of a...