Anonymous POV
I watched as the blood trickled down my face in the reflection of the mirror. Little girls are so naive. I turned my head just enough to see the little lifeless body in the floor surrounded by a puddle of blood. I smirked faintly and walked into the room. On the desk I sat an apple then hurried out leaving the girl in her room swimming in her blood.
Jennifer's POV
Sitting down I watched my three year old boy playing with his favourite toy truck. Sometimes I get the feeling he loves that black piece of plastic more than he loved me.
"Vroom,Vroom"
I smiled at my son Lucas. My husband Michael walked into the room.
"Hey sweetie,do you want me to take him to daycare today."
"Yeah if you-"
My phone ringing cut me off. I smiled and picked my phone up and answered.
"Hey Gordon."
"Hey can you drive over to 204 Detroit Avenue. There's a 17 year old girl dead here. We don't think it's suicide because the prints on the murder weapon were not hers."
"Okay,okay. I'm coming."
YOU ARE READING
The Apple
Mystery / ThrillerIn New York City,the streets are bustling with life. But how do you pick out the murderer. After someone has murdered three seventeen year old girls, the New York police officers are dumbfounded.
