Prologue

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I watched from outside my window, on the second floor of my Victorian town house, eyes fixated on the activities in play on my street. It had been three weeks since I've moved into the suburban neighbourhood of Stonehearst where the neighbours were inquisitive, Housewives that will tear into you the second you've dropped your guard and the kids who were martyrs in the presence of their parents, who are actually the devil in disguise. Well not everyone in suburbia is bad, but it's not cracked up for what it's supposed to be.

I was looking at Mr.Watson walking his golden Chihuahua down the block past the Greenberg's driveway for the umpteenth time trying to be inconspicuous with no success. The truth is Mr. Watson was ,just like everyone on this block, trying to find out what was taking place over at the Goldbergs that would give light as to why there was a squad car parked in their driveway. The sharks had smelled blood and have come out to play.

The Goldberg's were the richest family in Stonehearst and never grew tired of reminding us of the fact that they could buy all the homes on the entire block without batting an eye. So ofcourse anyone's interest would be peeked as to what the squad car represented because the Goldberg's never get into trouble because they could buy their way out of any dire situation.

At exactly that moment an EMT van drove up to their home. I'm sure the same question popped into everyone's mind; What was an EMT van doing here?

Everyone arrived at the same conclusion. Someone in that house is Dead.

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⏰ Last updated: May 16, 2015 ⏰

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