Mahone
Mahone stood in the parking lot near the building that housed the Fox Hollow Gazette. Journalists were swarming the area, held back by a yellow caution tape. He pulled out a cigarette and put the pack away in his coat. The cigarette stayed in his mouth unlit.
A few feet in front of him was a body wrapped in sheer white silk. With heavy, darkened eyes, he watched, as Angela Decker pulled back the fabric, revealing a red rose clutched in the hands of the victim.
Stavo came up beside him. Mahone patted his pockets absentmindedly, eyes still on the body. "Hey, uh... you got a light?"
Stavo handed him his lighter. "Thanks." He said in between drags, handing it back to him. "I think I lost mine." Mahone spoke in a soft, entranced voice. His thoughts were elsewhere, his exterior self was on autopilot.
"This is the second body in two days." Stavo said in disbelief.
At the sound of his voice, Mahone snapped into reality. "You interview the journalists?"
"Yeah, Robert Sinclair, he's the Editor in Chief." Stavo nodded toward Sinclair being hauled into an ambulance. " According to the Managing Editor, Steve, Sinclair got a mysterious call and came running out here."
"Where he collapsed and had a heart attack."
"Yeah, no one came to check on him until now. He might have made it if help came earlier." Stavo watched the ambulance drive away without any flashing lights.
"Anyone else know what happened?"
"No, but they're pretty eager to find out. They just lost two of their own in one day."
"Let's head inside and see what we can find."
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Wrestling the Kraken
Mystery / ThrillerOne evening in 1963 entangles the lives of a certain group of strangers. Eight years later, the circus is in town, but everywhere they've been...death followed. Will the city of Fox Hollow be its last stop? As the serial killer prepares the plan, so...
