(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

¹ conviction

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THE YELLOW CRIME SCENE TAPE SURROUNDED ROUSSEAU HOME, cops and private investigators searching the premises for evidence.

the two males exited their vehicle as they walked up to the yellow tape, going underneath it before walking up to the police officers,

they both shined their fake badges.

"nicholas benson and joseph linden, private investigators called to this scene..." they both flipped their badges shut, the police officer nodded, letting them enter.

they both walked into the house and went upstairs, to the bedroom where the murder was suspected to happen...

when they walked inside of the room, it looked like a normal bedroom... everything was placed perfectly, not one sight of violence or blood, anywhere.

"damn these guys covered their tracks good" the one male said, causing the other to look at him before walking forward and inspecting more around the room.

"that may be, austin, but not good enough..." the tall man said as he looked behind shelves, and desks... not finding any sort of evidence of an intrusion or assault.

"ethan, get the black light" austin said as he looked around the room, ethan grabbed the black light out of his bag before plugging it in and turning it on.

and when they did... holy shit.

"jesus christ! was it a slaughter house in here or something?!" ethan said as the two looked at the blood that was splattered everywhere, all over the floor... and on the walls.

"this is what happens when you don't use bleach to clean your mess my friend" austin said as he crossed his arms, shaking his head as he stared at the splattered blood all over the room.

"...there's still something off about this case though..." austin continued, ethan looked over to him as he cocked a brow, waiting to see what he had to say.

"...i'm not entirely sure if these guys were the ones who did it, violetta was a eighteen year old girl from upstate new york, what the hell would they want from her?" austin said, ethan nodded as he agreed.

the motive made zero sense...

the only thing that convicted them was the taxi logs, they both called for a taxi to upstate new york and their fingerprints were found at the scene...

"now i don't know what a motive could be..." austin began,

"...but i intend to find out"

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the young woman walked through the doors of the facility that was supposed to be the last place that she should be at... but here she was.

she walked up to the front desk with a pit of anxiety resting in her sickened stomach, checking herself in,

"name?" the front desk lady asked her,

"alexis mandell" she said shakily, knowing that she was probably going to make herself more sick after this visit, but she needed answers, some sort of closure for herself and her sanity.