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This is the second time I'm a suspect on a murder case, and not just any murder case, murder case of my best friend. Don't you just love life?

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

I saw Juaqin in front of me. I am here in a warehouse, my feet and hands tied to a chair I am sitting in, “Juaqin help me!” I said to him. I tried my best to free myself, but it was not happening because I was tied tightly. “Have you read the novel written by Mantus Taylor entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime?’” He asked me. “What do you mean?” I asked, which made him laugh sarcastically. I don’t understand him!

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Right after, she headed up staggering to the desk she was before and reached for the phone. “911, what’s your emergency?” “A murder happened-“ she inhaled some oxygen and gulped her saliva before continuing her explanation, “-Easton Apartment, Narragansett, Rhode Island. Please hurry up.” “Okay, Ma’am, can you stay on line with me?” “Yes.” “Good. Is the murder still there?” “N…no. I don’t know what was happening nor do I know when it was happened. One of our residents was found dead, just by now.”

” I chuckled. Good man indeed! I clicked on the article. What is the perfect murder? Some may say that it is in the instances where police investigations lead them to arrest the wrong person and at the end of the day, the case is closed and everyone believes justice has prevailed while the criminal walks away scot free with no suspicion attached to their name. Others might say it is in the many cold cases that have the detectives in a bind. Then some think it is those whom we know committed the crime and yet there is no evidence strong enough to convict them of the crime so they walk free among us, haunting us with their presence and yet we remain helpless.

Maybe she just was not meant to be a writer. “Hmm.. you said that you wanted to write a murder mystery..?” “ “Yeah. I thought it would be a bit easier than it actually is. Now I am in over my head.” Liv admits. “Well, you do realize that you are living in a murder mystery right now, right? You are a regular Jessica Fletcher right now, trying to write a book about murder as a murder happened. As you try to solve the murder, draw inspiration. Write about this.” “You wouldn't mind? You told me that you had reporters because they keep running your story and everything. Isn't a book the same thing?”