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2020-09-22 11:35:44I knew something was wrong, maybe someone was after me or maybe I was losing my mind. It was impossible to tell what was what these days. More importantly, it was impossible to tell why I would kidnap my best friend and drive around with a dead body in the back of my trunk.
I had just exited the hospital where my stepmom decided to spend the last of her painful life. She had survived a brutal man to end up in a hospital under the care of young ladies after men rather than caretaking. Well, I guess when you survive death that long, you tend to stay away almost permanently.
I sat quietly in the restaurant, it was beautiful, everything about this city is, well except me. No, God no, I am the charm I know that but my head is the death of me.
On a different occasion, I will admire the cosy weather and the quietness of the surrounding. The running water and the chaos just outside this glass. But right now, my only thoughts were
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“Do you swear to tell nothing but the truth?”“Yes, I swear.”“proceed.”“My name is Paul Marshall, also known as Jones Brandon. I am the poetic killer but I was never alone. I had a partner, Andre Green, real name, Benjamin Miller. I am responsible for for the death of thirty young girls including Sarah Martins and Becky Gibson and my parents Mr and Mrs Green.Benjamin and I grew up in the same orphanage know and we had promised to get to each other no matter what separated us not even adoption. We had sworn an oath to stick with each other till death did us part and my only regret is death came too soon.”“Why did you kill those girls?”“In a staged accident to get away from his adopters, Benjamin lost a part of him which later became Andre, with every girl I killed, he sent a response kill and that was how we found each other.”“How did you communicate?”
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The wind was whistling and the leaves hanging above the trees danced to its hums but there was something sad about these sounds. They didn't feel like the normal wind in a forest, they were more like sad cries tainted with blaring sirens driving in and out. They were more like trampling feet against dead leaves and jamming of metals, clicking of cuffs and locking down of a crime scene.This was Kara's fourth point of view of a crime scene. First, she had appeared in crime scenes as police in uniforms, handling statements and reports, transporting suspects.Second, she had appeared in crime scenes as the detective in charge. These were her glorious moments, the moments she thought she read each scene as clearly as possible. The detective with states recognition and honours.Third, she appeared in the crime scenes as the victim. Unlike most of her victims, she had not turned dead. She was very much alive and able to na
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