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Thirty Eight
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“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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