Detective Murdock
I tried to lighten my footsteps as much as I can.
Trudging through the forest in the middle of high noon is not really ideal, especially to my weary aged bones. I have walked through this same forest as a teenager, rash and wild decisions on my head, only looking for fun. I also did the same thing as an adult, along with colleagues at work or some friends, like Marco Stone who seems to glide over the tricky forest path with no sound at all.
And that was to hunt.
Now I am hunting. Alone. A teenager.
He was a couple of miles ahead of me already. And I let it be. I can't possibly keep up with an energetic and athletic 18 year old teenager. I'm following his tracks like I did to the animals I've hunted before.
I slowed my pace when I heard rustling nearby. I instinctively reached for my gun at my side, ready to draw it if something is amiss.
The rustling continued and I kept my walk slow and quiet as I possibly can. I was near a clearing when I heard a howl.
I peered carefully, gun drawn, behind a huge tree trunk. And I felt the world darken as I saw what it was.
Dustin Maxwell is shoulder deep in the ground, howling in pain and crying uncontrollably over Madison Carter's dead body.
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It should have been in the local news, hell, even the largest news channel will have an interest over it if only the Maxwells, probably the most powerful and rich family in our small town, didn't shut the media out with their money.
Madison's body was given to her grieving family after autopsy. They can't decide whether to grieve their daughter's death or believe first that Dustin is the prime suspect of the murder.
The school, or rather, the whole town, was shocked frozen upon learning of Madison's death.
I was right.
This isn't the quiet and peaceful hometown I grew up on anymore. There is something unfamiliar and alien about it. I can feel it suck everything that is good.
I have this foreboding feeling inside my chest that I can't seem to shake away.
The future looks bleak, dark and mysterious. Almost the same as the one pretty girl that showed up out of nowhere almost a year ago.
"Cassandra Charlotte Raven," I read the file name. "Just who the hell are you?"
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