Murderers POV
I dressed in black head-to-toe for the funeral.
So mystery cop's name is Drew Powell huh? Interesting....
The set up for the funeral was the typical cliché for a police officer, the salute, remembrance, burial. I was intrigued by the speech presented by two other female officers. His coworkers I assume.
They talked about honor, and dignity, and how he was a "great man". I chuckled a little at that point.
Twirling my long, jet black hair, I examine my fresh manicure. I went with black, thought it would match the feel of the occasion.
After what felt like forever of talking and moping around over this guys death, we made our way to the burial site.
They lowered the body into the grave, a sly grin came upon my face. It quickly faded when I spotted the two girls looking at me.
I lowered to my head as if to show respect, but he and I both know that my respect for the police died with my sister.
I tugged my coat closer to me and "accidentally" bumped into one of the girls who spoke for him.
"Watch it! Wait, I saw you earlier," she begins, but I only grin and head back out to my jeep sitting among the trees at the back of the cemetery.
It's time to lay low.
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Avenge him
Roman pour AdolescentsThree friends graduating from a police academy. One murdered at a bar called Bottles turns their academy work into a personal free lance mission in their own secret private investigation company. Will they avenge him??
