Lola Johnson was beautiful, her chestnut hair stopped just before her shoulders, 'hey, how may I help you?' So polite as well.
Baloc flashed his badge as well as Storm, 'Special Agent Robertson and this is my partner Fernald, we're here to talk to you about Sarah Moore', her brow had creased in concern, 'oh! Of course, come in, is everything okay?'
She led them into the kitchen where they met an older woman, Mrs. Johnson, she peered up from the Ipad she was on, 'oh! hello there', she dropped the gadget and went to give them a handshake, 'are you friends of my husband or-?'
Both Storm and Baloc introduced themselves once again, showing their badges, 'we're hear to talk to you about Sarah Moore'.
Mrs. Johnson smiled, but it was gone in seconds when she realized that something was wrong, 'what's wrong? What happened, is she alright?'
'I'm sorry to inform you, but Miss. Moore is dead'.
Both Lola and Mrs. Johnson stood stock still, and their eyes grew wide as saucers, 'oh my god..', Mrs. Johnson says and she begins to sway and Lola had to quickly steady her, and Storm could see that her eyes had grown glassy with tears.
'What happened? What happened to Sarah?!'
Lola all but screamed, and Baloc had to motioned for them to sit down, 'did you think that there was anything wrong? Was she acting strange the last time you saw her?'
Lola shook her head, 'no, not at all, she was her usual self, all happy and that'.
Interesting, so what happened? Could be just a random killing then.
'Did she have any enemies?'
Lola sat still for a moment before nodding, 'Melissa Graves, she and Sarah haven't been on the best of terms, she use to be in the same high school as us', Storm racked through his brain, Graves? As in Charleston Graves? Storm looked over at Baloc and he too had picked up the last name, 'Melissa Graves, the daughter of Charleston Graves at -'.
Mrs. Johnson nods quickly, and Storm could tell by her expression that she did not like him one bit.
'I take it the relationship is rather sour'.
It wasn't a question, and both Lola and Mrs. Johnson nodded in unison, 'they weren't great people to be with, and I wonder how that young man can deal with him! And Mr. Holly! I can't believe what happened! Do you think Graves did it?'
'That's classified, sorry, but we're doing our best'.
That's all Storm could say, make no promises and don't ever break.
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The Bodies One By One
Mystery / ThrillerWhen a body is found out near a theme park, Storm Fernald must start the journey on finding the killer. But more bodies begin to show, all sporting the same injuries, Fernald realizes that he needs to work fast. Who are these victims? Were they inn...
