"On the twenty-second of September, Six people were shot and killed in an abandoned warehouse on Sixth and St Broad Street." The news caster was stood outside a warehouse.
"Inside? Dozens of stolen computers and laptops all set up and plugged in." They cut to a video of a large warehouse with rows of computers and chairs littered the inside of the warehouse.
"On the wall was, 'N.W + J.L'. Investigators say that the paint was still wet when the bodies were found and they are scanning the can of spray paint for fingerprints." Her heart dropped to the ground.
"Taking from the lettering on the wall, there is suspicion this was a crime of passion." Her face ran cold, her whole body was shaking.
"If you have any information on who the killer may be please call the police immediately but any further updates will be here, on Fox News." Nickolaus is on the run, he's a fugitive, off the grid. He's out there and she can only assume that this house, the house of his supposed dead lover, would be his next stop
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Parcel
Short Storypar·cel ˈpärsəl/ noun 1. a thing or collection of things wrapped in paper in order to be carried or sent by mail. Cover by: @TwinButterfly02 © 2017. All rights reserved 2017 @KingAlice-
