Detective Peter Pux sat at his desk, staring at the piles of papers and files that surrounded him. He had been working nonstop on the case for days, trying to find a way to prove that Max Jones was the killer.

But despite his best efforts, he was no closer to finding the evidence he needed. Jones had an airtight alibi for the time of the murders, and there was no physical evidence linking him to the crimes.

Pux was about to call it a day when his partner, Detective Jenna Lee, burst into the room. "I think I've got something," she said, her face alight with excitement. "I was going through Jones's phone records, and I found a number that he called several times around the time of the murders."

Pux's heart raced as he grabbed the phone and dialed the number. It rang for what felt like an eternity, and just when he was about to hang up, a man answered.

"Who is this?" Pux demanded.

"My name is Simon Turner," the man replied, his voice laced with fear. "I-I think Max Jones is trying to kill me."

Pux's mind raced as he listened to Turner's story. It seemed that Jones had hired Turner to carry out the murders, and when Turner had tried to back out, Jones had threatened his life.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Pux had the motive and the means to prove Jones's guilt. He knew he had to act fast.

He hung up the phone and grabbed his coat, determination etched on his face. "Let's go get this son of a bitch," he said to Lee.

As they raced out of the office, Pux couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They had finally found the break they needed to catch the killer.