Tag: armchair detective
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The Woman in the Red Dress
On the road. On my way to Houston, I stopped at Katy and parked at a local Goodwill. I can’t show up wearing my detective uniform or a pant suit. I saw a picture you had next to the address. An attractive woman with red hair next to him, blue eyes. She wore a long,…
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Alone
Sleep hasn’t been great. I think I’m beginning to understand your despair. Your restlessness. Your stomach pains. I tried to show your evidence to a few colleagues, they all said the same thing: “Let it go.” Something doesn’t feel right. It’s like they knew before I even showed them anything. Their faces morphed by the…
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Your car, your blood, your absence
One of my old friends in the agency called me today. They found your car with some dried blood on the seatbelt. I had it sent to a lab. It was yours. Still, I remain hopeful. You’re the most resilient son of a bitch I had ever known. That’s what I loved about you. Forget…
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Confession
Lisa here, I must confess. I always had a crush on you. In fact, I fantasized that when we brought you back to life and you would see me, my wrinkles catching up to yours, you would have let go of this unhealthy obsession and we might live the rest of our lives together. Drinking…
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Time is running out
Sleepless nights waiting for him.
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Hello
Seeing as nobody else believes me, and at this point I’m doing this whole investigation in secrecy, I have decided to set up a website and post a compilation of all the evidence involving the case of my main suspect: a one Dean Turner.