You better stop.

“This city is in for a wild ride. Some crazy shit is going to go down. I feel bad for anyone involved.” She walked away to continue her sweep of the house.

Captain Whitlock wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

“This is some bullshit!” he yelled, startling a couple of the CSI techs nearby. He went into an empty room and called Mark. That was the only other person that could know what was going on.

“I’m just saying, you had people watching this house at all times. How did none of them see anything?”

“I don’t know. I ran hard surveillance. People were sending me reports by the hour. Everyone that walked in and out had been accounted for.”

“So, how did this happen?” Captain Whitlock growled. “How did someone slip in, murder a man who was the focus of a city wide man hunt, and then slip out without leaving a shred of evidence? Are you sure you can trust all your people?”

“Yes,” Mark paused. “But I’ll look into it. If there is a traitor, you’ll have him within the hour.”

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