I Deserved To Die The words send a shiver down the spine of NYPD Detective John Paul Kane. It's not the meaning itself or even the dumpy, rat hole of a house he's standing in. It's the cryptic clues that brought him here, the blood on the carpet, and the spikes jutting from the foreheads of the corpses in front of him. It's the lack of all evidence other than the dead bodies and the hauntingly personal calling card.
It's the fact that his name is written all over it.