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The Grudge

The Grudge

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Hey, I'm back. Remember me? I'm Kent, the fifteen-year-old, 182 IQ genius, FME agent, blah blah blah. Whatever. You get the gist. Let me just give you the run-down on this whole thing. Three girls have been killed in the past two weeks. Each one with bloody tears, bullet wounds in the chests, other nasty stuff like that. Get the picture? The Bumper's out there somewhere and he's pretty cocky, dumping off the bodies near our government facility. Yeash. So excuse me while Mace (my smart-ass partner) and I try to solve this case. Feel free to join us... Just try not to get caught.
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WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome. Reproduction of any part of this original story is prohibited. PROLOGUE Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man. Her eyes were wary and scared. He asked for her name. "Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair . "Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear. She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife". There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman. Whoever believes in love at first? Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind. His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude. Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.

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