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There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

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Adrian: Received. I slumped lower in the seat, sweat drenching my shirt despite the cold. Another message popped up. Adrian: Thank God you paid. I really didn't want me to commit another murder this week. It’s messy. I dropped the phone on the seat next to me as if it were a venomous snake. Another murder. He wasn't bluffing. He would have done it. He would have erased me as easily as I erased Elara. I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to scrub away the exhaustion. I’m alive. I have bought my life back.

I wish she could take in the smell of evergreens that seemed to be paused in time as ice shimmered upon its needles only to drip slowly downwards, like honey upon white marble stairs, or the streams near us which provided the freshest and crispest water that you couldn’t find anywhere else in this dimming world… I wish she was here, right next to me. “Not only could our murderer be a what, but also a who…” I spoke, shaking my head and trying to rid the daydream of wishing for my pregnant mate whom I longed for. “I have worked and seen the work of Northern Whispers my whole life and this type of thing never happens,” The more I spoke, the more and more I started to piece everything together.

“That’s fantastic. I hope it was in my timeframe. It’ll give my project an interesting perspective. Everyone likes murder stories, even academics.” Hamish laughed but accentuated his next words with a wagging finger. “Now remember lad, a single crime, if I’m correct about it, is not the whole show. It might not be relevant, so be careful not to get sidetracked.” “Okay, but I’m intrigued already.” He wondered if Jeremy Trent referred to the lunatic from the 1950s, the murder he already knew about. There probably wouldn’t have been more than one. Might not be worth the bother. Alex closed his notebook and got to his feet. As he put his things back into his case, he noticed Hamish’s quizzical e

Mr Smith said with a slight smile He put the Photo back to were it originally stayed He turned to leave but stopped and looked at the other two photos in the Wall He turned again and left Liam stared at the murder files of half a month ago in front of him The incident has already been concluded as a sucide That doesn't have anything to do with him He is really not concerned about the victim but the murderer He has a feeling that the murderer will help in finding out clues of the mother's death He felt like something was missing but he didn't know were to put it He stood up from the seat to find other murder case by the same person in his study He placed all on the table As he went through th

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Divine responded. “Okay that will be all, thank you for your time,”. Inspector Reuben said while closing up the little notepad,he had noted what Divine had said, he put both the pen and the book in his pocket and was about to leave,Divine still shedding tears,spoke up “Inspector, I don't know but if no one comes to claim her body, can I at least have it buried? I feel I should do something” Divine said as she turned towards Rebecca who gave a nod to show she approved of whatever Divine was saying.

Mia was busy talking about the concert of Yellow Night, the globally popular boy band, that was on Sunday when someone suddenly stood right in front of them which stopped them from their tracks. “What do you think are you doing?” Mia asked in annoyance as she had to stop from talking about Yellow Night because of the girl across them. “You,” The freshman spoke in a trembling voice as she dared to point at Olivia, which surprised the four of them. “You are a fucking murderer!”

His hands shake, and his eyes blur for no reason. He closed his eyes to give them a quick rest, then held the bridge of his nose, "In every mystery, there’s a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. But this puzzle seems to have other pieces that belong somewhere else but where?" Gertrude's brow rose, then asked in a curious tone, "Why do you think that?" "In a normal murder case, what are the basic things to consider?" He asks. "The victim. The suspect. The motive." She responds