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Seeking the Prey
It was the morning of December, Monday on the busy day of London, the pool of people swarming at the market of Covent Garden, there can be seen the police mobiles parked in front of a bakery shop. Detective Jackson stared at the crooked window for a while before concluding that there wasn't a break-in at the store."What made you say that there wasn't a break in?" Asked Lieutenant Crow." It's obvious. If someone tried to break in, the shattered glass would be on the inside but if you look outside the debris is out there. The person who did this must be an amateur." Said Detective Jackson while ...
An Epiphany at Slugs'
JANUARY 2, 1971 — BROOKLYN, NEW YORK“Good morning Don DiLoretto. You wanted to see me?,” I said."Remember that guy you killed 6 months ago at the park?," said Don DiLoretto."Yes, I do.""He didn't die.""What?""That's right. In 22 years of stabbing guys the same way, no one has ever lived to identify you. Until now.""Mario Flore,”www.onedoor.cc I said, although I couldn’t believe it."That's the guy. He woke from a dream after months of recovery, and wrote on his pad that he thinks he knows who it was.""I'm surprised that retard can write.”"The cops had a sketch artist draw a picture with the beard and long ha...
Vague
Pod, don’t touch anything, and I do mean ‘anything’, until James come here. Said Lewis while calling James, he added (to James). Hey James, I’m Lewis (hey Lewis, why do you sound so serious?). A robbery happened at my bakery, someone broke in and I need your help, can you come here?? (Yes, yes, I’ll see you in half hour, I’m leaving right away.) Thanks please come. Pod asked in his confusion, what are we doing Lewis till James find his way here. Nothing, just ensure no one enters the bakery and we both should not leave. He is an expert investigator and I know that this will all sort out. And y...
Held Together with Threads
Edward sighed as he made his way into his office. “Hey, Eddy.” “Hey, Rosie.” He looked to see his sister walking out of the supply closet, a stack of papers in hand, cane in the other. Her skirt exposed her prosthetic leg, which was yellow today. “I have great news.” She quickly moved to her desk, placing her cane on her lap. “We have a call!” “What happened?” Edward walked over to the desk, dropping his bag down. Rose raised her arms excitedly and smiled. “Okay. Some lady called…. Um….” She looked around the desk, “Here! Okay,” she pulled up a pink sticky note, “Tulip Martin. She owns that ...