Detective Baxter walked back and forth with her hands covering her face, before it went up to her hair and she resisted the urge to pull it.
"It doesn't make sense!" she cried out, "Why were they all graded, even the one's at the store, what does it mean!?" she demanded while looking at her partner, who looked equally as frustrated as her, he just didn't show it.
"Anderson wasn't graded," he suddenly said, "Mary Anderson, the girl who was hit by a car."
"So then it could've been manslaughter, right?" she quickly asked, but detective Amato slowly shook his head.
"It could be.. But- What if it wasn't?" he asked, detective Baxter stared at him for a few moments.
"So Meyer's killed her too?" she asked.
"Maybe.. But then why wouldn't she have been graded as well?" he wondered.
"Well.. Let's figure out why they were graded first. Maybe the higher they're graded the more he liked them? Or the less he liked them?" she tapped her chin, "Do you remember each of their grades?"
"Yes, hold on." detective Amato said, before grabbing one of the many papers in front of him, that wasn't put into any specific folder.
He handed the paper to detective Baxter, who hurridely grabbed it and held it close to her face.
Mohammed Mohsen: F
Emily Smith: C+
Katherine Henderson: D-
Leon Fischer: C
Diego Drakos: D+
Benjamin Lewis: C-
Arjun Bhatt: B+
Charlotte Evans: D
Amelia Evans: B
"No two of them were given the same grade, that's gotta mean something.." she muttered, before handing it back to him.
"Exactly, so then what does it mean.." he said with a deep sigh.
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Nathan observed the two detectives as he sat in the holding cell, waiting patiently to be driven to an actual prison by heavily armed officers, he must be quite special if they'd do all that just for him.
Detective Baxter frowned as she glared at Nathan, almost across the room from him, but he could still sense how cold and hateful it was. She sped across the room until she was just outside the holding cell.
"You," she growled. Nathan tilted his head to the side a bit, a mocking pout on his lips.
Detective Amato followed his partner, and stood right behind her.
"How does it feel!? How does it feel knowing you've murdered people's children!? Their young children with their lives ahead of them!" she wailed, Nathan looked disgusted.
"The youngest was 15, dumbass." he said to her telepathically, her eyes widened, pure fury very visible in them.
"You don't even feel bad, do you!?" she snapped, "You're not human!"
Nathan looked at his nails, "Good, I don't want to be, you all stink."
She shook her head in disbelief, "You- You monster!" she shrieked.
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Misteri / ThrillerNathan Meyer is struck by one of the most horrible tragedies that could happen to anyone. In one single accident, on a random day, he loses most of his family and part of himself along with them. He soon finds out that this may not have been just a...
