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4 | Draw

It's 4:30. I guess we could go to the local home store. I slide into Dani's Jeep, and go on my phone to find more information about the killer... Questions race around in my mind, reaching for answers in the back of my head. I know, for sure. I will go to her funeral, and wish that I could of saved her in someway. Say sorry to her family, and pay my respects. How could the murderer not check for witnesses? Why would they kill her? Motive? I knew I had to do something and help them in anyway I can. This cannot be happening. What is his name? What's the pattern?
I had to stop this chain, he murdered a teacher. I don't know if she was innocent or guilty but...

"Hey, your kind of dazing off, while I'm talking no less!" Dani blurted sarcastically as she pushed me over a little bit.
"Sorry..." I say as I put my hands together and pretended to be 'hurt'.
The trees were starting to shed their leaves. The sun blazing into the windows and into many other drivers eyes. We arrive to the local home decor store, and get out of the Jeep. We walked inside, and immediately found some nice rose gold colored frames, succulents. All those nice things you would find in a youtube video for a dorm room. We both buy around 20 dollars worth of decor, and jump back in the car. Dani turns on the car, and pulls out of the parking lot, heading straight for the police office.

"Call me when you are about to leave, kay?" Dani comforted, stating directly as if she was my mother. I nodded, and glanced upon the white lines, and the dots.

6:47

We arrived, finally. I got out the Jeep, wove to Dani, and head into the station. I walk in, and immediately have to take off all my metal. I drop my purse in a tray, and walk through the metal detector confidently. I collect my purse, and head to the front desk.

"Good evening, what seems to be the problem?" A friendly... Pam. Says.

"Hi, I'm here to draw suspects, and give my alibi." I respond, holding the reception desk.

"Joan?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Wonderful, please go over there, then head to the third door on the right." I nod, and then follow her directions. Third door. It's one or those one sided mirrors. I see Sheriff Croft, and walk inside the room.

He sees me, and pushes a walkie talkie.

"She has arrived, filming can now commence." He states into the walkie.

I look up at the cameras, then back down to notice a sketchpad and pencil with a shading eraser in front of me. He nods towards me, and watches as I sketch the man's face. I trace every detail, every skin detail in his face. It was so clear to me. Like it was the highest HD photo In the world. I sketched the jaw, eyes, and pulled some colored pencils out of my purse. Color, color, finish.

I slid the pad over to Croft, and started to remember all that happened. Croft ripped out the sketch paper, and slipped it into his file. I got a glance of it, and saw the name. Gwendolyn Weldingham.

Croft started to record with his own camera, seated behind him. If you squinted, you could see HPD

"Now, please state what you were doing at the time."

"They looked like a cute normal couple, all happy and laughing. Until he pushed her towards the bend and fought with her to stab her. Then he pushed her into the lake, held her for a little bit, and then dragged her up the soil. Then, he stabbed her consecutively 17 times. Then left." I say before I take in a big breath, realizing how much I talked in one sigh. Croft looked at me, surprised. He eyed me suspiciously, and wrote down some notes.

"How did you know all that information?"

"Well... I..."