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That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

He place his elbow on the table and lean closer. “We’re still gonna talk about Eamon but this a more pressing issue. What if Eamon got out of prison and gets killed by this thing ravaging the city. The only hint we’ve got on hand is that some strands of hair always falls off at every incident. For instance, from Lucas lab, from the wood and now in your neighborhood.” He wasn’t pressing the it for no reason, but because something in his guts told him, Dixon knows something but doesn’t want to say anything.

"Really? I mean, I thought he might suspect me, but he's that intent on locking me up?" "If it were you and you had a woman who you thought killed three people would you want her walking around freely?" "Oh." "I'll call Detective Johnson. If he has any questions, he can contact me. I'll let you know of any updates when I hear about them, and you call me if you need anything." He stood to see her out. She followed him to the door, where he turned with a smile. "You're the most exciting case I've had since Bobby Brinkly ran over little Eddie Parson while packing his bowl."

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

Third Person's POV Upon reaching the auditorium, Hans gently lays Aimee in one of the seats. Since this is the only place near them, and the only place where there aren't many students. He decided that it will be a temporary safe place for them. "We can hide here only for a while. I'm sure assassins are crawling from everywhere," Hans spoke while silently examining every corner of the room. "How did they manage to sneak here in the first place? Wasn't this supposed to be a safe zone specifically designed for us, Celestials? And the half Celestials that lived here on earth?" Dania asks in concern.

Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up. That was why she felt so passionately about her job which was making sure those sick bastards were eventually locked up behind bars and their victims set free or at least their families got some closure in the case of murder. The crime rate had recently reached an all time high and the office of the FBI was flooded with unsolved cases and deep dark mysteries. Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the

He turned up his radio to drown out the noise of her screams and rants and pretty soon got caught up in the show that he was fond of listening to, to stave off the boredom that can sometimes set in on those long uneventful nights behind his desk. It was a lot of conspiracy nonsense but he and most of the other men in town got a kick out of it. It was almost an hour later before he even remembered her and he hoped she'd tired herself out enough to give him some peace and quiet. He bemoaned all those times he'd begged for some excitement around here now that he'd had to put up with her.

Even though Joe had discouraged her from staying up late dealing with Raffaele's death, Clara's stubborn nature was something he couldn't handle. Though she had insisted at first, this time she chose to give in and let the investigation team handle the case. She opted to fill her empty stomach as Joe's order arrived. *** "Shit!" Adrian cursed as he woke up, his head throbbing. He looked up to see a woman with a plain white back facing him. He blinked several times, trying to focus his vision. "No, it can't be!" Hearing the raspy voice yelling, the woman turned around. Adrian recoiled in shock. "No way! Don't tell me, last night I—"

Sofia's POV Behold His Deceit The walk to the bedroom door takes longer than normal. I'm literally walking on the balls of my feet, trying to listen to the thoughts in my head. Trying to figure out what the hell is going on behind the closed door. I put my head against the paneled door and the sounds are clearer this time. Two male voices, breathing heavily in unison. What the hell is happening in my bedroom? I put my hand to the knob and realized that I've got a shiver. My left hand comes to clutch my right wrist, in the hope of steadying it. My palm covers the knob and I push the door open.