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“Yes. They’re trying to solve the murder of the criminal’s best friend who they’re accused of murdering, but the cop isn’t sure he can trust the words of a convicted felon. Each time they uncover a clue it points back to the criminal but it’s glaringly obvious it’s a setup. The cop though doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t decide if the criminal is making it look like a setup to fuck with him or if it’s a real set up.” “Huh,” he signed his name on the document and passed it back to her. He rocked on his heels, his hands jammed in his pockets as she scanned the signed paper and waited for it to load back to her phone. “People actually read these works of fiction?” “Yes.” “I’m more of a non-fictio

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

His movements falter before he collapses to the ground. Lyndell who catches a glance at the black energy forming from the leader of the assassins, screams in shock the moment the arrows hit Freed. "Freed!!!" she shouts in horror. Raine flinches from Lyndell's screams. She stops firing her bullets as she let Lyndell run toward his husband. Biting her pink lips, she turns to glare at Jiro who is enjoying Lyndell's reaction. Anger is bubbling inside her heart as she grips her gun tightly.

Is it? Baz handed her the paper so she could read it herself. 99.99% match. She looked at the men standing in front of her and wondered how they got Celine’s DNA so easily. There was something fishy going on here, but she could not put her finger on it. She’d go into that later. What she wanted to do right now, is to process the information given to her, her knees gave way when she reached the sofa. ‘Clara!’ Baz was right on her elbow, sitting her on his lap. Her brothers stood at attention.

, He says while looking at both of them. "Thank you so much for understanding me, you have given me your most precious thing. I can't give you anything in return but still, I want to give you something", Saying this, Smaran picks up a file lying on the table a little far from there and hands it to Abhay. "What's this?", He asks while opening the file with a confused look. "This is the papers of a deal which is of Billions and I want to sign this deal with your company", He says while making him surprised.

My hands shake slightly as I unfold it, smoothing out the creases. The headline hits me like a freight train, bold black letters that seem to pulse with their own dark energy: "MAN MURDERED BY TEEN IN LATE-NIGHT ATTACK — AUTHORITIES SUSPECT SELF-DEFENSE"

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

He asked, showing me an empty piece of paper I just shrugged "Despite it being in the well for three months, it wasn't wet." "Well this is a Hydronote Blank Copy Paper, it doesn't get wet." He said. "And then, she used a text called Steganography to write on it, that's why you can't see what she wrote." "Lucy is the murderer." He said as I shuddered.

The screen loaded, and a list of old news articles popped up, the dates flashing across the screen. I scrolled through the articles, my eyes quickly skimming the headlines. Most of them seemed to say the same thing; unresolved, no leads, mysterious circumstances. But then, one article caught my attention, dated a few months after the initial reports. "Case Closed: Female Student Responsible for Brutal Murder of Prestige School's Guard," the title read.

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.”