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"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛."
—𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎

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— 𝐸𝑢𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑠 —

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 folded his arms as he gazed at the body that was spread out over the table. "This is a once in a blue moon type of situation, I'd say."

He bent down as he examined the snapped neck, a small smile of interest on his face as he leaned his hands on his knees.

Beaman sighed as he turned towards him. "I'm inclined to agree."

The sound of a police siren came from outside Griddy's Doughnuts, and the lights inside flickered several times as Eudomus walked over to the body that was slumped over the counter. He picked up one of the bullets that were laying next to the body, examining it closely.

"Same gun on every vic, all in fours. All the casings are .223s." He straightened up, an amused smile coming onto his face as he looked towards his partner. "Know what I think? I think these idiots all shot each other."

"And stabbed," Beaman added as Eudomus walked past him and towards another body on the ground. "One in the throat, one in the eye, and this guy got his neck snapped. All quick and efficient kills," he noted as the two of them crouched down on either side of the body

"These guys were definitely professionals—dumb, but professionals," Eudomus remarked as he stood up. "Any witnesses?"

"Yes. One." Beaman nodded. He pointed over to an older woman, who was dressed in a pink uniform and was sitting in the far corner, her hands clasping a napkin as she stared ahead of her. "It happened during her shift."

"Well, that's lousy luck," Eudomus sighed as he strode over to the woman. He gave the witness a friendly smile as he introduced himself, "Ma'am, I'm Detective Patch."

"Hi, Agnes. Agnes Rofa," Agnes greeted, shifting in her spot. Her expression suddenly grew nervous. "Oh, I don't know, did you want a last name?"

"I'll take it if you'll give it." Eudomus gave her a reassuring smile as he pulled out the seat on the side of the table and sat down. "Did you see what happened here?"

She sighed. "No, not exactly."

"Let's start at the top," he suggested, giving her an encouraging nod.

"Well, it was . . . it was a slow night," Agnes began to recount. "It was quiet. My last two customers were this . . . older guy and—and his kid. The guy had a dough—no, that's not right." She shook her head, looking down at the table as she tried to recall. "The guy had an éclair, and the kid had—had coffee. I went—I went into the backroom, um, to just get some more change. But then I heard his truck start up. They drove away. I heard shots. And by the time I got back in here . . . everyone was . . ." her voice became choked up as she looked around before continuing, "was, you know . . ."

Eudomus nodded quickly. "Was there anyone else in the shop?"

"No, I—I don't think so." She quickly shook her head as she gave a shrug. "I'm sorry, not to be rude, 'cause you seem super sweet, but . . ." She let out a frustrated sigh. "Do I have to go through all this again?"