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“TV talent scouts from L.A. looking for people with extraordinary abilities.” I nearly spit out my drink. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing outright, my shoulders shaking. William gave me a wink. “Not that far from the truth, is it?” “You’re insane,” I muttered, still laughing. “But you’re also very lucky I’m already out of shame.” “Seriously, though,” he said. “Her friend’s cute. You sure?” “Pass,” I said. “Go live your fantasy, William.” Alexandra shook her head. “Can we focus, please?” She set the Beacon down. “Listen to this. Daniel and Emily Telesca of New Paltz, Nevada—both found murdered in their home. No signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, and no weapon.”

Death is chaos. The way her expression changed when I told her about the bodily fluids—that was when I knew. She thinks it’s simple. She thinks I walk in, shoot someone, and it’s over. But it’s never that easy. Murder is an art, and like any masterpiece, it requires time, patience, and precision. In a way, it’s a lot like stalking. Not the person necessarily, but the location, the details. Everything has to be perfect.

He tried every key on the ring that we got from the guard and finally found one that worked. The smell inside this corridor was even worse, but I still was able to follow my nose to the last cell. When I walked up to the bars I froze. There chained up to the wall was the woman who smelled like sweet ripe strawberries. "Liam keys NOW." He ran over and unlocked the cell. I burst through the door and over to her. She looked up at me in fear, but then she smiled, "Mate." "Liam, hurry help me." "Malik, these chains are silver." I knew then that she was either a wolf shifter or a Lycan.

Heather "Oh, no. That's not good." Brynn stares at the bodies in Professor Khalek's kitchen, looking like she's about to throw up. Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down. "You think?" I push open another door and find another body. It's another Silver Hunter. "Poor Professor Khalek." Gregory bends at her side. "She was such a great teacher." I look out a window and frown. Okay, so this is a setback, but we can deal with it.

They said a wild beast infiltrated our town, which made the Mayor put a curfew on Weekends, because they noticed that a lot of these unusual killings happen on weekends. I'm on a campaign to deliver answers for the people and put an end to all these deaths. Mum, you said deliver answers? You don't believe the killings are animal related? Not at all dearie, I feel there's more to what they are saying to us and I'm going to prove it. Speaking of addressing issues, I'm trying to find someone who lives in this town. Her name is Molly, she's my neighbor's daughter. He hasn't heard from her in days now and he's stressing out. You know this is a little town. Do you have a photograph of her? Yes, I

While Cindy walking headed to Geneva's room she saw a picture frame, picture of Geneva's mom with a man, She stared at the picture because the face of the man cutted in the picture only his body can sees, She stared at the hand of that man, she saw a same watch as her father but she doesn't mind it anymore, "It's not make sense, he was not my father." She said and she put the frame back, Geneva's mother staring at Cindy with her sorry face, she remembered the accident she was done in the past and Geneva didn't know anything, "Aunt, my mom asks if she could meet you one time she was curious how pretty Geneva's mom is," "She invited you to her birthday she asked me that weeks ago." Cindy said,

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"Mr Powell I told you to stay in there until our backup arrive, what are you doing out here?" "I want to know if this lunatic was the one that murdered my daughter!" Powell replied sternly and squats in front of Dark Blood. He scrolled through his pictures and clicked on her daughter photo and showed him the phone screen, "Take a close look at her, she's in the grave now because a heartless beast like you must have murdered her. Was it really you who did it?" Dark Blood slowly glances up at the phone in front of him and he smirks. "She doesn't look like my taste, if she was my taste I bet I would have been the one to murder her cold-bloodedly.

she was like sending her conclusions to my brain through her stare. Is it possible that Hero or Kervin has something to do with the murder cases? I did not ask how she remembered things up anymore, her black book was lifted up already, facing me, dates, and people involved in the event were written on the page, a figure of the badge was clearly drawn with descriptions beside it. Someone’s POV

"A... used one?" "A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes." She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked. "Not today," you smiled.