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Eighteen
The wind was thick and cursing. The sun blazing hot as blaring sound of sirens and chaos filled the air. Reporters gathered around the crime scene with their microphones and operation vans alongside police vehicles driving in and out. The place he once called home, now a scene for strangers and reporters.
“We are gathered here at the crime scene of more than one death as...”
“It is no new news that our young ladies have been dying, with the help of certain detectives, the criminal was discovered unfortunately he fled before he could be apprehended.”
“you are staring at the home of Mister Andre Green, in other words, the crime scene for numeric deaths.”
Andre slowly escaped from the crowd
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