The killer’s hands slipped along the cracked, peeling wall. He was careful where he stepped, because there was broken glass on the floor. He knew why. Mom and Daughter had been fighting about school, boys, ect. A punch had been thrown. Glass had been shattered. It was as simple as that.
Now he was in a dark hallway. He could see a little light from the moon through one of the small, broken windows. More glass was on the floor. And a little blood. He stopped short, realizing what this meant. He was the killer. Apparently he was not the only killer. A noise, a crackle of broken glass being stepped on broke the night’s silence. He turned around. He turned too fast. The last thing he saw before he fell to the ground was the family’s cat, watching him from the deep, dark shadows.
The detective burst in upon the scene. Her piercing blue eyes quickly swept the crime scene. The mother and daughter had come bursting into the office. They were still in there PJ’s, and their hair was ruffled, for they had not brushed it as soon as they saw the dead man upon the floor. The mother had wordlessly pushed her daughter gently into the car as soon as she could. And together, they had driven down.
Putting on her plastic gloves was not the turning point. No, the change was when she was putting them on. Her eyes were glued to the hand of the man – stuffed in his pocket. She finished putting on her gloves as her friend and partner arrived.
“Lissa, wha-“
“Not now.”
“What is it? Is there a problem?”
“No – just PLEASE let me finish!”
“Sorry……I’ll wait.”
Detective Alisa Margarete bent down, and carefully removed the hand from the pocket. IT ws empty.
“Damn it!” she cried. “I thought….I mean I knew…..but I guess…..oh well.”
“Look – in the pocket! There IS something in there!!”
Touching it gently, Alisa removed the note. A small piece of paper was in there – looking like this:
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peace*out
The killer’s hands slipped along the cracked, peeling wall. He was careful where he stepped, because there was broken glass on the floor. He knew why. Mom and Daughter had been fighting about school, boys, ect. A punch had been thrown. Glass had been shattered. It was as simple as that.
Now he was in a dark hallway. He could see a little light from the moon through one of the small, broken windows. More glass was on the floor. And a little blood. He stopped short, realizing what this meant. He was the killer. Apparently he was not the only killer. A noise, a crackle of broken glass being stepped on broke the night’s silence. He turned around. He turned too fast. The last thing he saw before he fell to the ground was the family’s cat, watching him from the deep, dark shadows.
The detective burst in upon the scene. Her piercing blue eyes quickly swept the crime scene. The mother and daughter had come bursting into the office. They were still in there PJ’s, and their hair was ruffled, for they had not brushed it as soon as they saw the dead man upon the floor. The mother had wordlessly pushed her daughter gently into the car as soon as she could. And together, they had driven down.
Putting on her plastic gloves was not the turning point. No, the change was when she was putting them on. Her eyes were glued to the hand of the man – stuffed in his pocket. She finished putting on her gloves as her friend and partner arrived.
“Lissa, wha-“
“Not now.”
“What is it? Is there a problem?”
“No – just PLEASE let me finish!”
“Sorry……I’ll wait.”
Detective Alisa Margarete bent down, and carefully removed the hand from the pocket. IT ws empty.
“Damn it!” she cried. “I thought….I mean I knew…..but I guess…..oh well.”
“Look – in the pocket! There IS something in there!!”
Touching it gently, Alisa removed the note. A small piece of paper was in there – looking like this:
“Wha –“ her partner, Detective Robert Sherten started to say. He fell silent to Alisa’s shushing.
“I know…it’s odd but maybe we could solve it.”
Her partner smiled. “I can do better. I have REALLY smart friends – and their digits.”
Alisa looked up, smiled, and gave a slight nod. “Sound’s good.”
It’s up to you BDers!! Robert dialed your digits and you need to help them!
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