A police officer discovers something major relating to a long-dead case - but nobody will believe her.
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New Orleans: 1975
His polished shoes clicked across the street corner, eye’s never leaving the young woman; his next victim.
*Carefully now, hang back; don’t let her know.* Fingering the knife hidden within his coat, he mentally review his assignment.
The woman never slowed, never stopped, almost as though she was purposely make his job harder. She had taken her time with her walk, starting as ...
Lost In The City Of Death, Part II
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never end up with them again.”
The boy shook lightly, his arms wrapped fiercely around his knees which were strapped to his chest. He was getting better. He was still terrified, but the shaking had quietened down.
All Reyna had to do was gain his trust. It sounded easy enough, but she knew, in her experience, gaining the trust of a scared ...
I slowly sat down in my chair at my desk.. It all made sense. It was the brother of the officer who had killed her, but he wouldn’t let his own brother go to jail, so he twists the evidence. How did none of us figure it out sooner? It was obvious.
Weeks had passed ever since I found out the murderer of Dahlia Lewiston. I didn’t know how to come forward about it, so I went to the chief and told ...
La muerta no estaba muerta.
Charlotte había rebobinado la secuencia de hechos del 23 de noviembre, dos días atrás, y la cara que había plagado los periódicos de los noventa podía verse claramente a través de los ojos de la persona que más la conocía.
Era indudablemente ella.
Nadie le creería, pero ahí estaba su silueta. Sin embargo, ¿como había hecho para volverse invisible cuando, po...
A legacy of lies
Nahara rocked back on her heels, paper rustling under her knees, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
The fingerprints from the Calsey case, matched the fingerprints taken from the scene of the blaze.
For a while, Nahara didn’t know how long, she sat there, candlelight waning as the wick spluttered.
Until a door slammed from the reading room above and she flinched as if struc...
Into The Ground: Case Of The Disappearing Teacher
(I hate rushing things.)
After discovering the discoloration in the tiles with which the teacher ran past to escape from the beast, she felt like a tidal wave of joy had fully engulfed her. The 27 year long hiatus may finally come to an end after this commanding new evidence, like pieces of a broken jigsaw puzzle.
She was ready to tell the police station that the pieces were put together. After ...
Inspired by Milas story
They think that the world is equal, and maybe from they’re point of view it is. But I’m a women in a “mens” job, and from down here, I can see just how wide the gap is. I guess that’s why I set out by myself to get my morning cup of coffee. And why I always lock the car doors immediately when I get in. Just changing the laws didn’t make people think equally. Maybe that’s why none believes me that ...
IDK What To Call This
It felt like everything I knew was swerving. I was so completely out of my depth. I guess this is what I wanted to be a police officer for. But still. Going through old files for my yearly report I discovered something. In a 20 year old case about a murder at a playground. I just put two and two together. My boss was found there. He. He killed the kid. So when I told his executive what I found I g...
The light above me started to flicker,
The sight around me started to blicker,
I wanted to be held tight, but the demons always come at night
As I spread my wings, the light that gleams started to burn my side, so I quickened and quickened my stride, just to see the demon feeding on my arms, to see him pull strips of skin till it dripped down the brim,
Before you came I wanted to die......
the mystery bullet
She had always been ridiculed by the rest of the force for her go getting attitude, which put her in contrast to the rest of the force's perfunctory views of their job. Though she had gotten use to this and stubbornly used it as motivation. Without support from her supervisors she took up the old case on her own. Her first objective was to find out how the gun used in a 1990 murder spree could ...