Preface: ¿Again, this is another section from a longer story I'm writing but why not publish more?
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FBI agent Carterton sat in his hotel room nearby the small town of Detertin. He took a long sip of his glass, staring at his computer screen.
He was looking into the three previous homicides;
First victim Carey Kutcher who was found dead in her hotel room after overdosing on OxyContin.
Second victim Trinity Catholican who was hanging from her bedroom's ceiling fan.
And now Shelia Stevenson; who had just jumped from a Hotel's 30 story suite.
All of which have one thing in common;
a mysterious man who told them to do it.
He looked everywhere for a common connecter, why he targeted his victims. Why a serial killer would target such a small town was beyond him, he could barely understand it. But at the same time, it made perfect sense. The town was quaint and news traveled quickly, but by the time the gossip was separated from fact and truth was revealed it would already be too late. He thought mindlessly for a short period of time as he kept his eyes locked on his computer screen.
He opened the small black leather book next to him, throughout all his investigations he took the time to hand write all his thoughts or assumptions. He would looked deeply into the victim's personal lives and tried his best to find why and who who did such awful things to them; two of the most important questions when it came to cases like this.
Running through Shelia's list of relatives, friends, acquaintances, and any one else she came into contact with on a somewhat a regular basis he found a name,
Brandon Cliffier.
He was her ex, someone he was sure that would be questioned soon. Though it was somewhat of a cliche, he often found it to be the case. Maybe he had suffered something traumatic during his childhood that caused him to have a general hatred towards woman making him want to injure them in any way he could. Once his own girlfriend turned on him, he could've gotten rid of her too.
He thought of that momentarily before there was a sudden knock on his door, one that was unwarranted during this time of night.
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