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She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

Victim: Maddy Hilcox Gender: female Date of Birth: 07/24/1993 Age: 23 Occupation: Prostitution Victim: homicide, aggravated assault, sexual assault Notes: ritualistic knife wounds I have another similar report dated three months prior. The ritualistic wounds are the same. The name, birth date, and age are the only differences. No one wants to admit we may have a serial killer on our hands, least of all me. The brass doesn't ever want to hear those words. It makes it harder that the victims are prostitutes. These cases don't garner public sympathy, but with or without the public's help, I swear I'll take this guy down.

“I heard about the docks.” I walked closer. “Then you must also know who did it.” He swallowed. “People are talking, sir. They say Marcus sold information to your rivals. The name Vito came up.” I clenched my jaw. “Vito Miguel?” Ben nodded fast. “Yes, sir. His men were seen near the south docks before the fire started.” That name was poison in my ears. Vito was one of the few people who hated me enough to risk everything. We had a deal years ago — a deal that went bad. Since then, there was no peace between us.

They had one thing in common, lacerations on the left and right side of the abdomen, under the left side of the heart appearing in the same fashion. Becker admitted Logan an efficient criminal. The bastard got the work done for the wrong deeds. They knew the Executioner’s identity one-man-army carrying out orders. Working outside of the Druid Hills Headquarters, Becker knew, Conyers Woods unsafe for government officials. The first victim was Debbie Wagner, a member of the CIA executed, then Judge Lucia Rosales. Logan went for officers over at Justice Complex starting with Walter Newton. Who would be next? Oddly, Logan and his team opt-out dealing with the men at Decatur Headquarters. Becker

First Victim: Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her gaze shifted to Damian. “And you brought company.” Damian straightened slightly. “Damian. I’m-” “Complicated,” Rhea cut in lightly. “I can already tell.” Quinn ignored that. “We don’t have time.” Rhea’s expression shifted, the humor fading. “Then you already know,” she said. Quinn held her gaze. “I know the victims are connected to our town.” Rhea nodded once. “And?” Quinn pressed.

George stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "The murderer and the deceased this time don't actually know each other. However, the deceased has something in common with the previous victim." Sigrid suddenly widened her eyes. "You mean, my theory may be accurate. However, the heroine is another girl. Then, the murderer killed a woman who was similar to his ex-girlfriend. Was that why he killed her? Oh, my God! Isn't this the plot in those serial murderer TV shows?" It was the same plot that she had just mentioned! George nodded. "Then... Then, what about the previous victim?" Sigrid stammered while shivering. "I have not heard about anyone who died recently."

"We don't have a choice. The customers saw what's happening. We don't have a choice." Five minutes later, the police and the media arrived. Another murdered man in Haverville. Every local media and social media influencer hoarded outside the mansion. Another headline for Haverville. Det. Marvin Sullivan arrived with his partner, Fred. Bartholomew Carter arrived with his cameraman Neilsen. The coverage began immediately. The serial killer is starting to be more famous. Killing three men in a considerably peaceful city. "Another man was murdered by the serial killer. This time, a brothel owner, Carlos Aguilar, was killed by a mystery woman inside his office. Now, the speculation that the kille

I wiped my wet lips with the back of my hand, my heart still hammering like crazy inside my ribs. "How do you even know they are cannibals?" I demanded softly, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the frantic shivering of my body. Nikolai kept his eyes on the jungle outside, his tone dropping into a cold, practical register. "Or modern organ hunters. They target strays, shipwreck survivors, and missing people on unmapped territories like this. It is a multi-million dollar trade." I let out a heavy, disbelieving sigh, slumping my back against the damp stone wall. "You always seem to know everything about every single dangerous thing on this planet. So what now?"