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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jan 24, 2017 0:42:50 GMT -5
Prologue
Seargent Forester slowly let his head fall down onto the table.
The sights he had seen yesterday morning were not ones he had ever wanted to see, nor did he wish to see them again.
Blood... too much blood...
They had gotten a call from the Alberheim Hotel, a rather famous hotel in the southern end of London. Visitors from all over the world stayed there. It wasn't a place you would connect with a crime, let alone a brutal murder.
Yet there it was...
It had been a sickening sight. Three people, two men and one woman, their bodies, lying there rumpled against the wall, devoid of life, their throats slashed, their insides ripped out, in the grizzliest way possible.
And it was all covered with blood.
The police had gone over the entire room looking for clues, finger prints, strips of hair, anything that could help pinpoint the killer.
But he had outsmarted them.
The killer had gotten free.
And the police were left scratching their heads.
On the whole, the thing looked like something out of a book. It didn't seem real. Dammit, one does not go around England slicing people's bodies up! It was madness!
Yet there it was.
It was real.
Very real.
And Sergeant Forester felt all the sicker about it.
He did not want to continue this case.
Doing so, he felt, would be the death of him.
Then he realized what he must do.
The police were all good and well, but even they knew when to give in.
And they were very much stumped here.
It was time to put this case into the hands of a professional.
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