*THE NEXT DAY*
I started awake in my bed. How did I get there? All I remember from last night was that guy in the coat going to get me a drink? I must have passed out, but how? You shouldn't pass out from just ONE drink. Did he put something in there? Oh well! All that really matters is that I'm not kidnapped!
I opened my phone and went on google to search it when I saw an article. The title read: "Local murders in Lunaite Have Reached 35!"
Even if I was a writer, before the economy crash had happened, I was going to school to become a detective. Criminals had always seemed so interesting to me.
My town was not that big, so my shock at having a serial killer running around was huge. It wasn't just 1 murder(which would have been shocking on its own), it was 35!
My town didn't have but one detective, and he was one of the 35 murdered. I knew this had to be the job I would step into, I might've messed up at the speakeasy, but I wouldn't mess up here.
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Her biggest fan
Fiksi PenggemarThis is not my story idea, I saw a prompt online. A book in which Opal is a famous crime author and her biggest fan, JD, commits all the crimes she writes about without being caught
