Pacing.
Pacing was all she could do until her brother and the rest showed up.
She chewed on her bottom lip, sitting on the edge of a curb after she had returned from putting her camera away. She stared at the body, at the preciseness and near cleanliness of the kill compared to how body others were. Wait. She looked closer, narrowing her eyes specifically at the place the hands should be.
Precise.
The hands may be missing, but the cuts weren't some half ass hack job. No, the killer took the time to cut them clean. Audrina's eyes went wide, a million thoughts rushing through her mind. Why do it in broad daylight, what was the killer playing at?
She tapped her chin, raking her brain for any similar information compared to other killers. Compared to... To her. She wasn't the killer of these people of course, but she wasn't innocent either.
Audrina sighed. It seemed way too similar to something she'd seen, but what? Jack cut precisely but he targeted hookers... No. It wasn't the Ripper she was thinking of. Audrina stood up and began pacing. The killer never killed them in the same way, similar to The Red Ripper. But still, something was missing. She ran a hand through her hair, sighing in frustration at the fact she couldn't figure out more. Shrugging, she sat down once more and awaited for the authorities.
Then it dawned on her.
He killed her uncle in the way that she had killed.
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Mystery / ThrillerIt's been on National TV. The obsession of the local newspaper. Fear in every resident's heart that compels them to lock their doors at night and to keep the dog loose. To never stay out past eight, or dark. The first body they found was of a you...
