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"In New York. To celebrate the expansion. Everyone will be there. Investors. Press. Your old business partners." I picked up the magazine. I looked at Mark’s smiling face. He looked so safe. He looked so untouchable. He would never suspect that the woman he killed was coming for him. I walked over to the trash can and dropped the magazine inside. "Are you ready?" Maya asked. "If you go back... there is no turning back, Elara." I turned to the mirror, looking at the stranger's reflection. I applied a coat of blood-red lipstick, the color of war.

Megan composed her emotions and pointed at this dead guy as she said, “After investigation, this person is the murderer. Let's deal with this quickly and write a report. The recent frequent missing homeless people in the slum is all his doing!” Although Megan had no idea what was going on, she was smart enough to put the pieces together after seeing the situation in the basement. Megan was shocked to solve so many unsolved cases one after another. Whether it was the missing children or homeless people, they were major cases that stumped them for a while. They were lucky enough to solve two major cases in a row. “Boss, how on earth did you find this place? None of us has ever been to the slum

“Okay. I see he has a propensity to disappear without a trace. Questionable comings and goings. Possible murders in which the victims may have been shot at close range after death. “So, how were they actually killed?” “Unknown. Their brains are usually blown out. In one case, a man was decapitated.” I fight a wave of nausea as I flip through the photos. And guilt. Because I should have researched this case deeper myself before I sent Dune. I guess I was too wrapped up in my personal research. “Does the organization actually know what they’re after here, or is it a mystery investigation?” “Unclear.” “Permission to terminate suspect if engaged?”

appreciate the great deployment you gave to the first of my victims; of a long series that I plan to execute, with the sole purpose of satisfying my gourmet appetites. To the absurd and naive question of the newspaper that says: WHO MIGHT BE THE MURDERER AND WHY DID HE KILL HIM? I think it's an excellent question in the midst of your stupidity. For obvious reasons, as in any respectable crime, there is a brilliant motive. "The flashing reason" for which I killed him I will not reveal it for now. As for the subjective part, the cause is different: I dismember and devour a human being with the sole purpose of putting my formidable cooking recipes into practice. I devoured the dried meat of a

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

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.

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

She pressed. "That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task." "Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.

The soft click of spoons stirring cups served as background sounds. His thick lashes fluttered, confusion flickering in his stern eyes, "What?!" "Ah, i thought you knew earlier.... when you said it was more than a mere coincidence that i was a suspect to two cases. The fact that you're currently hitting a dead end is because you're throwing all your efforts in the wrong direction. This isn't a missing person's case nor is it an abduction.......this is a murder case." - I paused, my fingers drumming on the table's surface. "What you ought to be looking for is a corpse and not a living person?"