"Can you recognize the voice at all?" Rose was an FBI detective that reluctantly agreed to take the case. She was the new agent that emerged from internship in the Miami headquarters, about 70 miles from Kevin's city. The more high profile cases weren't trusted in her hands and this one wasn't that big a deal at that moment, but later... "Do you have any enemies?" She asked him in a disgusted voice, everybody loved Kevin. No enemies. "Well Mr., Spacey? Ok, I think your set, our guys put some cameras outside your house and we have vans just in case anything happens." Kevin got up and drove away in a rental the FBI got him for a while, Prius, fucking brilliant. When he got to his house, he stayed in the car for a few minutes, an hour. He reluctantly, slowly, quietly went inside, searching all the rooms with a broom handle. Pathetic. The house was empty. He was the only one in that house. Kevin went to bed, and slept with one eye open.
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غموض / إثارةWhat does somebody do when chased by an unknown killer? Run. What happens when you can't? Turn around.
