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I DON'T LIKE DIRTY LIARS
The text was written bold and messy on the brick wall, covering all the previous artworks that colored it. It stood out more for being fresh and large, and also for being written in blood.
The body of a young woman, more like a high school girl in a ripped up expensive dress lay bloody against the wall. Her face remained untouched apart from her dripping eye makeup and wet teary face.
"GSWs to the knees. Probably shot first to immobilize her. Then the stabs to kill her." Detective Owen Stahl rubbed the back of his neck. He knew the girl, that was the hard part.
"Amanda Rogers, seventeen, goes to Barton High School, honor roll," he sighed. How was he going to tell her mom- her poor, single mom?
"Crap, Rogers like Naomi Rogers that runs the diner?" Cameron asked. He nodded, "Poor Naomi's gonna get a heart attack."
The two detectives knew all too well who's kill this was. Soon the forensics would find the little triangle somewhere on the body, carefully cut out with a 10 blade scalpel. Other investigators would find the same scalpel nearby, probably in a range of 5 to 10 feet away from the victim.
The Angel.
27 kills in the past two months with no correlation between any of the victims. It made finding the damned guy harder. No identification, not even the slightest sight of him. Or her. They didn't know anything about the guy.
"Detective Stahl!" An investigator called.
"This store has a camera! It might have seen the incident!"
The two detectives took a glance at each other and a familiar sense of adrenaline lit up their veins. They ran into the store, it was closed, unfortunately, but they knew how to handle this situation. Stahl stood further away and examined the store's board. He found a number at the bottom, a mobile number.
He called immediately, "Hello, is this the owner of," he glanced at the sign, "Marty's Internet Cafe?"
"Yes, this is him? Whom am I speaking to?"
"Detective Stahl, there's been an unfortunate incident that took place just outside your store. We're currently in-"
"What happened?"
"We believe that the city's most dreaded murderer made a scene at your store's front door. We'd like to check your surveillance to get some clues. Do you mind getting down here?" After questions and answers to subdue the store owners skepticism, the owner who happened to live ten minutes away (and didn't hear the police sirens?) showed up.
