Okay, so I was about to give up on this murder incident stuff and the three musketeers controversies. That was until I saw the news this morning.
All hell breaks loose in La Salle County.
This morning, a body was discovered in the forest, but the thing is, it wasn't eaten by any wolf. Nope. It was found dead, a knife wound around the man's abdomen.
He was identified as Mr. Jenkins, the town's homeless man, who gambled his life away. The sheriff then implemented a curfew which I'm not gonna follow tonight because I'll be looking for clues.
It was getting intense. This killer was fascinating, seriously, whoever the person is, I'm falling in love already. His or her tactics were amazing. Covering his murders up with an animal attack? Genius.
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After mom switches off my light, I wait for thirty minutes, then donning on a jacket, I stuff in my favorite camera, a pair of gloves and a torchlight all into my bag.
Sliding the window up, I crawl out, heading for the forest.
Birds twit around and strange noises fill the dense forest. I turn on my torch, picking my way round the trees, I needed to look for tracks, clues, a forgotten item. There had to be one.
Twenty minutes pass and I find nothing. Thirty. Fifty. An hour. I search the woods for an hour and still find nothing, I'm about to give up, go back home when I spot a trail of blood on the dried up leaves.
Energy renewed, I follow the trail till it leads me to a huge tree. That's where a dried pool of blood lies. This is the crime scene.
Shoving the torch in my mouth, I flash light against the blood, taking a pic with my camera. I turn to place the camera in my bag, then catch sight of something very small I'm surprised I even saw it.
It's a piece of... Hair? Brown hair. Could this be the victim's? Or the killer's? I slip on the gloves wedged in my bag, carrying the piece of hair -
" Bullet?! " A voice suddenly shouts and I stiffen, looking up to see a guy staring at me which a torch.
He looks familiar.
Yes, the rich man's son at the funeral. Seeing him now, I realize he's also that guy I bumped into on my first day of school.
I smile nervously as he takes in the whole scene, eyes lingering on my gloved hand. " Hi? "
" Um... Hi. What're you doing here near the scene? The woods is dangerous. "
" Could ask you the same thing. "
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. " I'm looking for my dog, Bullet. He's a German shepherd. Have you spotted him? "
I shake my head furiously. " Nope. Haven't seen no dog. "
He sighs. " Where could he have gone? " He peers at me. " You go to my school, right? "
" I wouldn't know. Don't think we've met. "
" I'm Jasher. Jasher Sloane. "
" Oh. Well, Jasher... " I shove the hair into my bag, clearing up my stuff. " ... It's nice meeting you. I'll be off. "
" Sure you don't need an escort? It's pretty dangerous here. "
" I'd like to see the person who can hurt this psycho. " I joke.
" Is that so? " He doesn't sound impressed.
I stand up to leave. " Bye. " And I'm running back home.
I slide open my window, crawling in and when I turn on the lights, mom is staring at me, arms crossed.
I nearly die.
" Jesus Christ! " My palm presses my chest.
Mom crosses over in two strides, whipping me all over with her hands.
" Are you trying to kill me? Do you have any idea what time it is?! Where're you coming from? Where?! "
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