Vladimir Makarov <\|:

So much time spent searching for Makarov. He left only bloody footprints in his wake. He's still at large, even though so many people have died.
You pulled back the curtains, and sunlight fell on the board with newspaper clippings, photos of Makarov and crime scenes, and your notes. There was nothing to indicate his next move.
You were looking at the board, thinking about Makarov, when suddenly your window broke.Someone shot through your window. You quickly gathered up your papers and gun and ran out to the landing, where you heard a shot and a scream.
"Search"
You immediately recognized Makarov's voice, which was probably a couple of floors down.