Again, a short chapter.. Trying to split it up..
Much lovee, Emily!~
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I sat in my office, a dark abyss surrounding my desk accept the dim light from my lamp. I was trying to piece together my thoughts of these two mysteries and think about what I already knew.
This mystery was a puzzle, and we were missing pieces that left the picture incomplete. What we knew was the Cameron had shot the gun that was in his hand. Did he shoot the person that shot him? Did he shoot someone before he was killed? Why had he shot that gun?
We also knew that the wealth from Caroline, his mother, was going to go to Cameron. I knew already that Cameron had killed his mother. When I was doing some extra investigating I had found a plan of murder, hidden in his filing cabinet.
I also sent in his handwriting and it matched what was written on that sheet of paper. But, was he killed for the wealth that was going to him? Probably.I thought.
I decided to go back to Warehouse 9 because I had the slightest feeling that my time investigating there wasn’t finished just quite yet.
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I was standing outside of Warehouse 9, in the pouring rain. I was standing on soggy ground until I approached the pavement. I stepped inside everything still looked the same.
Yet again I stumble over something, the same as last time I was here. This time I look at it. It was a box of bullets.
These were the same bullets that were found in Cameron’s body. He had been shot with them. But why were they here?
I stuffed them in my bag and moved on, and walked down a hallway. This hallway only had one door, a locked door. I had to get it open.
So, I took a bobby pin from my hair and stuck it in the lock and twisted. Click! The door opens with a loud squeak.
As I look I see, covering the walls, were pictures of Cameron, Cameron at the grocery store, mall, restaurants, parking lots, everywhere. On the counters were papers about his where bouts. I used the special dust again to reveal finger prints from the use of the black light. I again, used tape to keep the finger prints and send them to the lab. I sat and waited for my pager to go off.
Beep, Beep.
“The fingerprints belonged to David Charles.”
Who was David Charles? And why was he stalking Cameron? Could he be the killer?
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Sort of a cliff hangerr.. Hope you enjoyed!!
