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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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No solace in the silence, no peace in the wait, Each moment without you feels a twist of fate.
Ugh 😩, I am late again. Sorry. 😔 Free 🍉.
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Dusk had settled, casting a dim veil over the old, rarely used bridge. The flashing lights of police cars painted the scene with bursts of red and blue, cutting through the growing darkness.
This bridge, a forgotten path near a small town where everyone knew everyone, had suddenly become the centre of attention.
Curious townspeople gathered at the edges, their whispers mixing with the stern commands of the police trying to keep them back.
Under the bridge, in the now dried riverbed filled with weeds and bushes, was an abandoned car. Inside the car, a lifeless body slumped over the steering wheel. Next to it, a hastily written suicide note lay ominously.
The whole scene felt heavy with a sense of dread.
Police officers spoke in hushed tones, their faces serious as they worked to secure the area. The townspeople, their faces lit up occasionally by the flashing lights, looked on in shock and curiosity.
Suddenly, the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. The police needed to work quickly before the rain arrived and washed away the clues.
A young officer approached James, holding a file folder carefully. "Detective, here's the victim's file," she said, handing it over.
"The deceased, Martina Walls, age 47. She began her career as a journalist for a very small newspaper, later transitioning to a news anchor. Currently, it appears the cause of death was due to a substance injection. The victim left a suicide note," The young officer summarised.
Before James could ask, the young officer added, "Unfortunately, there aren't any security cameras nearby."
Mohsin, who was listening to the report, glanced at the car, surrounded by forensic technicians. They were dusting for fingerprints and carefully collecting items for further analysis. The suicide note, already photographed and preserved, lay in a sealed evidence bag.
Its message was simple, almost too simple, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Turning to Anna, James enquired, "What do you think?"
"Isn't it glaringly obvious? There's a suicide note." Despite her best efforts, Anna's lack of experience hindered her from spotting any significant details.
"Never narrow your perspective. In our profession, nothing can be taken at face value, not even the deceased. Fixating solely on the note may blind you to the most obvious of details. Often, it's a ploy by the perpetrator to confine us within their narrative," James replied.
