the back of my head started pounding as a familiar, buzzing noise set off at a distance. i try to roll to the other side of the bed, only to realize that i've fallen off. sighing, my arms, torn and weak, reach for the doorknob so that i could help myself up. what an endeavor.
'another day to keep me miserable,' i muttered. i dismissed the alarm and tucked my blanket into the fold of the bed. afterwards, i did the usual stuff: brewed coffee, got dressed, and headed to the station.
'ah, detective,' a buddy greeted.
'pendleton! how many cases have i got today?'
'just one,' he muttered as his hand grabbed his favorite mug. 'i've left the file on your desk just beside marie's post-it note.' he winked slyly.
as i made my way to my office, i pass by marie, who greets me with a beguiling smile. i entered the office and briefly glanced at the post-it note my friend, pendleton, had mentioned. in marie's handwriting, it said, 'my husband will be away for a week ;).'
at least i have something to look forward to this friday night.
putting the note aside, i open the case file and check the documents contained inside. the first paper that was attached to it was a photo of a pretty lady. i guessed that this was most likely a murder case, but it seems that i was wrong. after scanning through the information, i read that sabrielle, the woman on the photo, was found hanging on the ceiling on a sunday night. it seems that she'd committed suicide. what a shame.
as i stared deeper into her eyes, i realized that she bore a striking resemblance to a woman i'd met over a month ago...
a/n: i'll keep these chapters very short becuz i'm too lazy to write the entire thing. i wrote it quickly and didn't do no proofreading
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the suicide of sabrielle
Bí ẩn / Giật gânDETECTIVE DAVIS i'd always wondered what in the world would cause a woman like her to end her life. after going through several files, i concluded that her death was caused by something more than just the inevitable depression that comes with marr...
