petrichorchatoyant
Who you gonna call?! ...Not Amelia Collins, she most likely won't answer the phone.
Being a young women in the criminal law is a gigantic load to carry, and she's running out of pockets to stuff them in...for later, of course.
Her life goes on fine, as usual. A purse theft here, a suicide here, and if she's lucky, a serial killer strolls into town. But when this murder turns out to be different, she's right there on edge.
And when a handsome, annoying man comes into the picture and in the way of her case, she's ready to turn into the people she runs down.
A story filled with murder, drama, bombs, and sci-fi, what isn't there to love?
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"The blood around the neck of the young victim pooled more every second, the large, creamy puddle already nearing the elbows. The scene was clean, no sign of struggle. Dirty dishes in the kitchen still on the counter, waiting their turn to be cleaned in the sink.
She walked carefully over to person of prey and bent down to closely examined the minuscule holes on both forearms, it nearly merging into the category of claw marks. There were no visible holes on the other sleeve or anywhere else in the garb. There were, however, small rips on the knees of the pants. Most likely from wear and tear, she believed. The victim’s body was a young one—no wrinkles on the stainless parts of the neck or hands—and also owned a slight indented waist with a small chest, concluding that she was a young woman.
The whole body was nearly completely caked with dried blood. Amelia traced the victim’s body with her eyes, slowly and cautiously, trying to pick up something, anything. She carefully fingered through the woman’s jean pockets, fishing around for something.
Nothing in the left pocket."