Monday, September 13, 2010


The blood pools onto the rug, blotting out the intricate geometric patterns. Scanning the room, I notice signs of struggle. She had fought admirably, but this was a poor ruse for an accidental killing. Efficient placement of the solitary bullet points to a seasoned assassin, or at least someone comfortable with a gun. My deductions are on par with even the well-known detectives. I have the mind of a criminal, that’s what it takes to be the best. I notice the marks of a handprint. No gloves! My smile fades to intense focus. I have a lot to clean up.

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