"She walks like a saint, floats like an Angel. Sharp like a knife under the table" - Dove Cameron
Police sirens could be heard in the distance, becoming louder and clearer, as the white and blue cop vehicle came to a sudden halt in front of an ordinary hotel.
Nothing seemed strange or even out of place.
Detective Carl Murphy gave a slight laugh as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
That's clearly what she wanted everyone to think. Well now the game is finally over.
"Hey Murph, you sure this is the place? If we hadn't known any better, you would think this is just another normal hotel like any other." Carl's partner and friend, Roy Gilbert said with a frown, deepening the creases on his forehead due to constant stress.
"Oh I'm sure, Gil. You should know by now, this is how these creatures operate. You never know what you are going to get." Carl answered, also frowning.
This was the last straw. The fifteenth murder was reported earlier tonight, this time the body was found inside this very hotel. The report was made by one of the hotel residents claiming he saw a woman dragging what seemed like a body bag into one of the hotel rooms but was too terrified to supply any further detail.
We got you now.
"This woman is lethal, man. I have never seen anything this gruesome before. It is about time an end is put to this." Roy said rubbing his face. He could feel a migraine coming.
Carl nodded determinately and hastily put the handbrake up. They both looked at each other and quickly got out of the car.
Armed and ready they entered the building and hurried straight towards the elevators, dismissing the alarmed receptionist with a quick but soft response of "Stay calm, ma'am we got this."
According to the hotel resident, the murderer was seen on the fourth floor, Room 302.
After reaching the fourth floor, they crept into the hallway and slowly reached Room 302.
"Prepare yourself, Murph. We are sitting with a heinous psycho killer on our hands. She can get violent." Roy whispered.
"I expect nothing less. Nevertheless, we remain calm. We treat her like a wild animal. Contained then we pounce." Carl whispered back while carefully knocking on the door.
No response.
Another knock, more purposeful.
A muffled "Who's there?" could be heard.
"Detective Carl Murphy and Roy Gilbert from the Police, we are here just to ask a few questions, miss."
Something that sounded like an object falling and rushed footsteps could be heard.
The struggle of a key inserted into the lock occurred and the door opened hastily.
A disorganised young woman appeared, red hair tangled and black circles under her eyes. It seemed that she had been crying and wasn't sure what was going on.
"May we come in for a moment?" He asked more determinately.
The woman seemed to struggle to take in what he was saying.
"Uh...yes, yes... of course. Excuse me, officers I apologize but what seems to be the problem?" She asked looking confused and uncertain.
I can smell alcohol, no wonder she looks so bad. Carl thought. Typical.
Both detectives walked in, pushing her aside and started to investigate.
"What the hell? You can't jus-" She tried to protest but Carl interrupted her.
"A very serious allegation has been made against you, Miss."
"Wait what? What do you...Ouch!" She tried to speak but somehow managed to trip over her own feet and landed hard on the floor.
"Murph, uh...I think you need to see this." Roy could be heard from the main bedroom and Carl slowly walked closer.
When he looked where Roy was gesturing he swallowed heavily, looking back at the woman.
"Miss, you are officially under arrest for 1st-degree murder and attempted disposal of evidence."
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The Silver Lining - A Brayleigh Connor Story
Mystery / ThrillerA young and hopeful forensic therapist, Brayleigh Connor, is convicted for a gruesome murder that she claims she didn't commit, however, all evidence is against her. Is she playing a game of deception or is she telling the truth?
