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Maybe it was the way he took his time to study the case. Maybe it was the first impression seeing dead Becky gave to him, but he showed even more zeal in exposing the culprit behind the deaths, no matter the cost.
He was getting ready for the end of his shift, had gone to get a burger and juice, not doughnuts, those are for patrol police. His phone began to chime.
“Hello, Detective Jones here, who am I speaking with?”
“Hi Jones, would you like to find the culprit behind Becky's murder.”
He first thought this was a silly joke. Who would wake up one morning to point out a killer the whole city had been searching for?
“Yes,” there's no crime in wanting to know what they had to say.
“Then I think you will love to see this,”
He recognised the voice almost immediately, Andre.Related chapters
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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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