Who Killed Laurie

The woman lay perfectly still and unmoving for what seemed like an eternity. It dawned on Landon that something wasn't right. He placed a hand on her chest and gently shook her, hoping to wake her up. But she remained still, eyes closed. Landon shook her more forcefully this time, but she did not stir. Suddenly, a soft clinking noise caught his attention.

Landon looked down and saw a small pocket knife, almost the size of his middle finger, lying on the bed. The blade was stained with fresh blood. A sense of unease washed over him, and with a single swift motion, he pulled back the blanket that covered her. To his horror, he saw that the bed was stained with blood. A sharp cut had been carved into her throat, still dripping with fresh blood.

As his heart raced and he stumbled backwards, Landon felt the world crumbling around him. He instinctively grabbed onto the bedside and collapsed onto the bed, unsure of what next to do.

With fresh,hot tears rolling down his cheeks, Landon looked at her lifeless body. He noticed a slight raise of her hand and saw that her fist was tightly closed. Slowly, he walked towards her and pried open her fist with his fingers. He felt a piece of paper and quickly retrieved it.

Holding it up to the light, Landon attempted to wipe away the tears from his eyes and focus on the scribbled, illegible handwriting. It appeared to be a crumpled letter addressed to Alex.

"Dear Alex, I simply cannot continue this any longer. Each day gets harder and harder. Meeting him was difficult, and it's even more difficult knowing that I'm still in love with him. I can't do this anymore. I'm so sorry, Alex."

Landon sobbed as he held the letter in his hand, unsure of what to do next. In a single moment, everything seemed to be over. He realized that he was in a house with two dead bodies - one of which he had just killed. Quickly standing up from the bed, he ran over to her side and placed the letter in her hand. In a blind panic, he stumbled down the stairs.

Landon fell heavily and turned to look back at Alex's lifeless body. His face was expressionless and all of a sudden, he was smiling smugly at him. Fear engulfed Landon, his body shook, and he felt like he was about to collapse. His legs were rooted to the spot and his eyes widened in terror as he saw Alex's smiling face transform back into death. Landon ran out of the house, his eyes burning with fear and grief. He finally collapsed on the ground when he reached the road, crying and shaking uncontrollably.

Emergency situations have become a frequent occurrence ever since the implementation of emergency phones placed strategically in public areas. As a result, the P.I unit has been bombarded with unusual requests, mostly from homeless individuals seeking basic necessities like blankets and food. Naturally, the unit couldn't turn a blind eye to these destitute individuals.

The installation of the emergency phone was a game changer for the P.I unit, taking their services to a whole new level.

One afternoon, a tall, dark woman with a cigarette in hand was on the phone with her colleague, who also happened to be her assistant in the P.I department. She urgently asked her to respond to a recent call they had received.

"What's the emergency?" she asked, pressing her cigarette onto the table.

"There's been a homicide," a female voice responded, trying to mask her fear in front of her boss.

Her attention was captured. This was the moment she had been waiting for - a chance to indulge in what she loved most, catching criminals, murderers, and solving murder cases. "Where are you?" she asked, her breath quickening. She grabbed a pen and paper, jotted down the address, and ended the call. She grabbed her jacket and car keys, storming out of her office.

Half an hour later, she brought her car to a halt, gazing at the house where the incident occurred. She observed the surroundings from her car, witnessing photographers collecting evidence and officers discussing amongst themselves.

She slowly stepped out of her car, ignored the reporters and approached the officers guarding the dead body. It was a chilling sight- a man in his late thirties lying lifeless at the entrance of the door, his body slumped to the right, with a broken bottle protruding from his stomach, dried blood smeared on his face, fresh blood seeping from his broken and exposed skull.

"Ma'am!" an officer greeted, acknowledging her presence.

She nodded, addressing Frank, "How are you, Frank?" She crossed her arms over my chest, "What is the situation?"

A female officer presented her with a photo. "A man in his late thirties was found dead with his back against the wall.

A broken bottle was forcefully thrust into his abdomen and dried blood smeared on his face indicated that he had been lying there for a significant amount of time before he passed away. No signs of struggle were evident."

The officer frank proceeded to show her a second photo. "Another victim was murdered upstairs. The maid likely did not see this. The woman, around her late twenties, was found dead on her bed with a slit throat. The blanket covering her was stained with blood, suggesting a struggle as seen on her rumpled mattress. This is all we have so far, ma'am. No clues have been discovered in that room," the dark-skinned officer recounted briefly.

The leader nodded with a sigh and entered the room. Standing at the entrance, the images from the photos flashed before her eyes. She reached for her phone and dialled. "Lola, come in with your pen and notepad," she instructed before ending the call.

"Ma'am," the female officer entered promptly and saluted.

Approaching the male victim, she examined the lifeless body. There was no evidence of struggle aside from broken bottles scattered about. "It appears as though the victim was caught off guard and was unable to defend himself before being killed," she mused with a sigh.