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"New york police department how may I help you?"

"Hello, I would like to report missing persons, and a suspect of murder." She says, breathing calmly. 

"Who and where?" The officer asks.

"Allison Bennets, and Zion Matthews, 99 Derri rd, they were kidnapped by a man unnamed,pretending to be someone named Jake Xavier, this man loured these 2 18 year old kids into his house by catfishing them online. Not only is he a fraud.. also, he is a murderer, and a kidnapper." Sarea Zanders says, gulping.

"I'll be right there, we will pick you up from which address?" He says.

"Uhm.. idk if its a good idea to be picked up." She says, nervous for mainly her own safety.

"It is.. we need as many witnisses as possible." The officer replies, obviously rolling his eyes from behind the phone line.

"OK. 124 Guerria Ln.." Sarea mentions, nervously whispering. 

"Coming." He says, hanging up the phone quickly.

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Sarea walks towards the house, the siren ringing in the background, the around 40 year old officer with a grey beard. 


"Don't worry, Im armed, and ready to arrest if need be." The officer says, patting my shoulder to comfort.

"Hello?" The officer says, slowly twisting the knob of the front door. "It's open?" Sarea says, shuddering, wondering if the man will take HER NEXT.

"I dont know if this is such a good idea...." Sarea whispers, but the officer grins. "OH Trust me.. its an amazing idea ;)" He replies, winking.

"Uhm.. WHAT!?" Sarea says, starting to back away from him.

"Come inside!" The officer says, offering his hand. 

Sarea kicks him in the shin. "That wasnt a good idea, Sarea." He whispers, voice suddenly hoarse, and broken down.

She grabs the gun, fallen on the floor, and runs. But the officer  smiles awkwardly brightly. he peels off his grey beard. Takes off his vintage Harry Potter glasses, and removes the badge from inside of his sweater.

"What the hell!?" Sarea screams, pushing away from him as he grabs her shirt collar.

Then she recognizes the face.

"Jaon?" She asks, staring in disbelief.

"Yes, honey, now GO INSIDE!" He cries, pulling her collar tightly away from the porch steps.

"JAON YOUR NOT LIKE THIS!" She yells, her old criminal boyfriend from 2009 tries to grab back the gun.

She pulls the trigger, and shoots.

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