We all sat on simple chairs in the back of the church, files laid out on the table in front of us. "They're all men, we have that so far," Harvey said quietly.
"But it doesn't quite make sense if that's the reason," Bradley pointed out, "Seeing as the Phoenix is also a man." David nodded in agreement, and began looking through an older file.
I thought about this slowly, piecing together the pieces of the puzzle. "The first three victims all worked in the same building, and were all shot; but that doesn't make sense as to why," I said, "The Phoenix is smarter than that; he wouldn't murder according to business. They don't have anything else in common, except maybe--" I stopped.
Lake looked at me, concerned. "Do you have it?" he asked. Harvey and David turned to look at me, putting down the file they were looking over.
"What if.. What if the Phoenix is really killing men just because they are men? What if.." I paused. "What if the Phoenix is a man-hating woman?"
Harvey's eyes widened, then he looked at the clock, "Oh, I better get back to the station; my shift ends soon." And with that, he got up and left without as much as a goodbye.
"Doesn't his shift end at 7:00? It's only 6:00," Lake noted softly.
"Prob'ly not well," David muttered.
"He has been rather pale," I remarked, "It might be best if we leave too. Bye, dolls."
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this also feels a bit rushed.
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The Flames of the Phoenix
Mystery / ThrillerThis book is a prequel to the Westchester Square Murders, which is also by me. --- You've (presumably) read the story of Dan and Phil the detectives, now get ready to read about their predecessors! Lawrence Keaton and his team must work together to...
