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They announced, sounding just peachy about this murder, before continuing on to give us the file. “Contestant Risa Yutamoro, Status: Deceased. Time of Death: 8 PM. Cause of Death: Blood Loss. With this information, you may collect alibis and prepare for your trial.” With that, the Loudspeaker shut off, and I hurried to finish up my handwritten file. Once I finished with my handwritten version, I decided to start my alibi searching with the people I started this investigation with, as I approached Liam and Akira. “Hey, Liam, Akira,” I started, holding up the notebook, “You guys got any alibis?”

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

How could he, a police detective, decide to stop investigating a case that was not a failed robbery but a murder case? His pride would have vanished if he had stopped investigating the case. The clue was only this piece of paper—the paper he took out secretly after calling the police and ambulance. Raymond would not have noticed it if it were not for his nose smelling the paper scent in Arnold's hand. The paper was so small that it almost escaped his sight. He took it as soon as he opened his friend's hand with the gloves he always carried with him in case he got a call from work and scribbled it in the small notebook.

I then went through the files on his table, “This will take long. You can go home if you like” I said to Taylor, but she refused. “I wanna help. What are we looking for?” She asked, “Anything” I didn't know how to tell her. Her dead fiancé was probably a fraud who was leaving what I assumed was a double life. Taylor and I began to look through the files one after another. It was mostly work documents. In one of the notebooks, I found a phone number and tore the paper, putting it in my pocket. In Kelvin's study, I found a photo in one of the drawers,

It seems I'm getting closer to solving the first mystery. In the cold morgue, Detective Mohammed stood beside journalist Susan and Dr. Ahmed. A dim white light reflected off the metal table where the priest's body lay, covered by a white sheet that couldn't conceal the truth etched on his neck. The three of them approached, their eyes fixed on the dark marks around the priest's neck. They were unmistakable—human fingerprints, as if death itself had sunk its grip into his skin.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

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?”

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Their legs were stiffening as well, confirming my suspicion. I looked around for some clues, but I could not find anything. I checked their cupboard to see if the money or jewellery was missing from it, but it was right there so the murderers did not murder them for wealth but for something else. When I turned towards their body again, something caught my attention. There was white crumpled paper on Mr Rae's hands. I went close to him and carefully released the paper from his hands. I carefully unfolded the crumbled note trying not to tear it while opening it. What I read in the note was not something I had never expected. It felt as if the floor just swept away from beneath me. Dear Madison

he reassured me, and placing a light kiss on my forehead they left. Lying in my bed, I pressured my mind into deep contemplation regarding the case. What piece of the puzzle was I missing? I thought, closing my eyes and replaying the memory of that incident with Emily multiple times. But my efforts were futile, nothing seemed to fit together. I banged my fist against the drawer beside my table, and it slid open, revealing one of my school files…And that's when it hit me. The file I had snatched from that lady officer along with her uniform in the headquarters, read ‘Brent High murder case'. Moreover, when it fell during my confrontation with Jason Fox near his cabin, I had seen the forensic