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This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggesti...
Brent wakes up from the ring of his phone. Lara has a missed call at 10 AM.
"Shit!" He never sleeps this long in ages.
He gets up from bed and struts to the kitchen, expecting Nikola sipping coffee while a cup is waiting for him. NOTHING. Just remnants of last night's clutter.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
She must be in the bathroom.
But everything is untouched.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
She's gone just like that?! Brent feels a pang of regret.
He'd deal with her later. While hurrying in the shower, his thoughts were of the woman in his bed last night. His phone beeped for a text message while riding in a cab, 'A man found dead in his car at McArthur Park around 9AM. Meet me there.'
The area is already swarmed with men in uniform when he arrives.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Brent approaches Lara. "Any lead?"
Lara let out a sigh. "None yet. Last night, another man was found dead at the alley near The Rooftop. Time of death was between 9PM-10PM. We missed it. We left the bar around 8:35. Gun shot on the chest. Just 9 minutes away from here. This one was stabbed to death hitting his carotid artery. Both victims were forty-ish."
"Are we looking for a serial killer?" He looks at Lara with intent eyes. They never had such simultaneous crime for years.
Lara raises an eyebrow. How can this be a serial killing spree?
