It was dark when Prof. Kyle Foster finally escaped the clutch of his stressful work that night. He was walking down Westwood plaza when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He looked back to see a man in a black hoodie, black joggers and a black balaclava walking quickly.
"Who are____" the professor started to ask before a deafening 'BANG' penetrated the silent night air; he felt a pain rush through his leg and he fell on his ass, as he watched the man walk up to him.
"No, no! Please No!" Kyle pleaded as the man put the gun to his head.
The last thing Professor Kyle Foster ever saw was the man dressed in black pull the trigger. Every thing seemed to move in slow-motion. The sound of the gun shot, the Blinding white light as the gun discharging, the heat from blast and the crunch as the bullet penetrated his flesh and the crack of his skull as the bullet crunched it way through his head, and then, nothing. Everything went black.
The man saw the professor's body crumple and fall to the ground. His victims blood pooling out for the exit wound on the back of his head. The Murderer holstered his gun; he then turned around and slowly walked away back to his dark blue Vauxhall.
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L.A.P.D: The Dead Professor
Mystery / Thrillerin this book, a 57 year old university proffesor was shot and L.A.P.D's finest detectives are on the case. but not all is as it seams. The murder turned out not to be random, but it was a assassination to get detective Bercovich's attention. One of...
