Blind | Murder Mystery Oneshot
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Brooke's skills as a detective are put to the test as she investigates a peculiar suicide case. Something tells Brooke that this isn't suicide, but murder. How will she set out to prove it, with nothing but her thoughts, and no one to aid her but herself?
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What Brooke did find hard to believe, however, was that it was in one of these cars that Bella had been found dead the day prior, in front of a casino. She had locked herself in and then shot herself. How did they know she shot herself? The police claimed this because the windows were unharmed, and there was a significant giant hole in her right temple. She had been dead for 14 hours by the time she was found.
The moment Brooke had heard this story she knew it was not suicide. Bella was egomaniac. People with egomania didn't just shoot themselves like that.
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