Yes

Daniel knocked on the door to the condo and waited. He looked around the area, impressed at the sight. It was a very wealthy area, with well manicured lawns and finely trimmed trees. Amanda Vasquez must be doing pretty well with herself. He wondered how much that had to do with the mirror she had bought from the pawn shop.

Eventually, the door opened. Standing behind it was a pretty latina wearing a white sun dress, her black hair cut into a flattering bob. "Yes?" she asked with a smile.

"Amanda Vasquez?"

At her nod, Daniel flashed her his badge. "Detective Daniel Sihn, Miami Metro, may I come in?"

"Certainly, officer," the woman shut the door behind him as he entered.

"Detective," Daniel corrected her. He looked around, eyeing the expensive furniture as Amanda led him into her living room.

"How can I help you, detective?" she asked once they sat down.

"According to the Hidden Treasures pawn shop records, you purchased a hand held mirror from them."

"Did I?" The woman blinked and smiled, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, detective. I can't say as I recall."

"Yes, ma'am, you did," he told her, leaning forward and doing his best to look intimidating. "The owner of the shop was very precise with his record keeping. You bought a mirror there a few weeks ago, one that happened to be stolen from a crime scene." That was, of course, a lie. "The Miami Metro Police Department would very much appreciate having it back."

"Oh, I see." Amanda smiled, then reached down to pick up a pen and notepad from the coffee table. "Come to think of it, I do believe I remember which mirror it was you were talking about." She began writing something in the pad.

"I'm afraid we're going to need to take it for evidence, ma'am."

The woman smiled, looking up from her writing. "Are you sure? I'm very attached to it."

Daniel returned her smile, though his was a bit more strained as his patience was wearing thin. "I'm afraid I have to insist, ma'am."

"Insist all you want, motherfucker. You aren't getting that mirror," Amanda laughed as she lifted up the notepad and showed him what she had written on it.

SUICIDE.

Before he could even finish reading the word, Daniel's body became seized by some ****. He stiffened, unable to move. Then his right hand reached for his hip holster and drew his gun. He felt the barrel of the weapon pressed against his temple before his right hand pulled the trigger. A massive explosion sounded in his ear and he fell backwards, off the couch and onto the floor.

"Fucking pig," Amanda stated as she stood up. The woman tossed the pen and notepad back onto the coffee table as her body began to shimmer. After a few seconds the woman was gone, and in her place was a short, stocky man with thinning hair. He strolled over to the body of the police detective and bent over, waving the mirror in his face. "Is this what you wanted, you dumb cop? Ha? Is it? I can't hear you!"

The man almost shrieked when the policeman's eyes opened. "Yes. That's it."

Daniel's left hand shot up and grabbed the mirror while his right, the one still holding the gun, pushed it against the surprised man's thing and pulled the trigger.

"Motherfucker!" cursed the stranger as the bullet pierced his flesh. He stumbled backwards, blood flying from the wound, and soon he was sprawled on the floor next to the coffee table. "Motherfucker! Motherfucker!" He continued to scream as his hands scrabbled towards the notepad on the table.

The detective's foot stomped onto a hand, breaking every bone within it. This time the man did shriek as he pulled his hand back, clutching at the ruined limb pitifully.

"Interesting trick, Mr...?" Daniel asked as he stuffed the mirror in a pocket while he picked up the strange notepad.

"Fuck you!"

The detective stomped onto the man's knee, shattering it. The man screamed even louder.

"Tell me your name, before I get really violent," Daniel threatened while he looked over the notepad.

"Fuck! Fuck! It's Hertz, alright? William Hertz!" He shouted, his hands now clutching his broken knee."Fucking psychopath!"

Hertz. That name sounded familiar. Daniel searched his memory until he remembered. On the day Jim died, they had been called to a peculiar homicide. One where Edward Easton's lawyer spontaneously combusted.

"Oh, right. You're the one who killed that lawyer, Santorino."

"Yeah, well that guido prick deserved it!" Hertz growled as he continued clutching his wounds. "I bought all this, this house, this furniture, everything, and my bitch wife cleans me out! It was because of him that she took everything from me!"

While Hertz was ranting, Daniel read through the notebook. Several pages had been used, each with just one word written on them. From the beginning, the words read:

FUCK YOU.

GIVE ME FIVE BUCKS.

BLOW ME.

FUCK ME.

WRITE ME A CHECK FOR ONE MILLION DOLLARS.

TELL ME.

WHORE.

BURN.

That word caught Daniel's attention. It was obviously meant for David Santorino. The rest of the used pages were mostly filled with lewd and sexual messages such as FUCK ME, SHOW ME YOUR TITS, GROW DD TITS, and the like. Interspersed among them though were more grim messages such as DIE SLOW, BLEED, and DROWN IN PISS. On the last used page was, of course, SUICIDE.

"I'm guessing Amanda Vasquez was your ex-wife?" Daniel asked after he finished reading the notebook.

"Yeah, that's the bitch," spat Hertz.

"Where is she now, or do I want to know?"

The bleeding man laughed. "Ha, that's the best part. She's whoring herself out, sucking cock and getting her ass pumped in the slums for five bucks a pop."

Daniel sneered down at the pathetic man on the floor. "And I'm guessing you used this," he waved the notepad at him, "to make her do it?"

The man continued laughing.

"How'd you come across this thing anyway?"

The man didn't stop his laughter. At least until Daniel stomped on his other kneecap.

"Ow, fuck! You son of a bitch! You fucker! Ahhh!" He screamed.

"I'll ask you again. How did you get this notebook?"

"Fuck you!" The man screamed.

Daniel sighed, then decided to do it the easy way. He reached for the pen, then wrote three simple words on the notebook. The man's eyes widened when Daniel showed him what he wrote.

TELL ME EVERYTHING.

And so, Hertz did. Apparently, Amanda not only bought the mirror, but she stole several items from the pawn shop as well, one of them being the notepad. Vasquez was an unrepentant kleptomaniac; it was one of the reasons why her and William's marriage was so strained. Well, one day she discovered what the mirror did, and used its power to steal even more things. After the divorce, Hertz became bitter and resentful. He had accidentally grabbed the notepad when he came for his things. While messing around with some friends, Hertz had written FUCK YOU on the pad and showed his buddy as a joke. To his horror, his friend did just that, masturbating right in front of everyone.

This got Hertz thinking, and eventually he used the notepad's power to gain sexual favors from beautiful women as well as money from one of the richest men in the state. He also used it for ****, not only killing Santorino and making his wife into a whore, but killing or **** those who he held a grudge against. Before he destroyed Amanda he used the notepad to make her tell him everything about it, and that was where he found out about the mirror. She had been using it to steal things, and he had used it to hide out from the police, mostly staying at his old home pretending to be his ex wife.

"Fucking bastard!" Hertz cursed, glaring up at Daniel after he had finished telling his tale. "How the fuck are you alive, anyway? I saw you shoot yourself in the head!"

The detective just chuckled. "Don't you wish you had this thing right now?" He waved the notebook at his face.

"You smug son of a bitch! Fuck you! Fuck you to hell!" Hertz tried to sit up, but then he groaned and clutched at his bleeding thigh. "You're fucking crazy, you know that! Torturing suspects, the fucking media is gonna have a field day with this, motherfucker! Go ahead, arrest me, asshole. Put me in jail! I'll be out so fucking fast because of this bullshit, and I'll fucking sue the city too! I'll be a rich man cuz of you, asshole! Rich!"

"Hertz, shut your fat mouth," Daniel sneered as he stood up. "You aren't going anywhere."

"Huh?" The balding man looked at him confused.

"It's quite simple, Mr. Hertz. So simple that a pathetic idiot like you could understand it." Daniel glared down at the bleeding, broken man before him. "You are scum. A ****, murdering, little man. A pathetic shit."

"Who the fuck do you think you are motherfuck-" Hertz was cut off when Daniel viciously kicked him in the jaw, the **** of which shattered all his teeth. "MMMPPHHH!!!" Screamed the man as he spat out blood and bits of teeth.

"You are vermin that needs to be expunged, Mr. Hertz," the detective continued. "You are a parasite upon society, and I am the hot knife that will cut you out." He wrote a single word on the notepad, then showed it to Hertz.

EXPLODE.

The man's eyes bugged out and he opened his bloody mouth to scream out, but his breath caught in his chest as an intense pain suddenly seized him. It felt like every cell in his body was filling up with air, and to his horror he saw his chest and belly expand like a grotesque balloon. Soon his arms and legs began to grow as well, the limbs filling with explosive gasses.

"I'll see you in hell, Mr. Hertz," Daniel told him as he left the condo, the mirror and notepad in his grasp.

The house was rocked by a loud explosion a few seconds later, one that shattered the windows and sent bits of flesh and bone flying onto the well manicured lawns of his neighbors.

Witnesses will later recount the gruesome details to the press and police, of how they heard gunfire and screams right before the explosion. But they wouldn't describe an asian man in a suit walking out of the condo; they would tell police that the only person to come out of the place right before the explosion was Amanda Vasquez, looking calm and collected, though with a very disturbing smile worn on her pretty face.