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Page Thirty-Seven. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
Page Thirty-Seven I approached the building slower than usual, concentrating on the echo of my shoes. Footsteps bouncing off the walls, then getting sucked into the alley like a baby finishing off its first bottle of the day. Looking up at the door, I felt a familiar tightness; a brief but serious consideration of what I’d do if I wet myself.
By Noel T. Cumberland3 years ago in Criminal
Incurious. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
I'm wearing a dead woman's costume. Not just any woman, I should note, but Blair Heflin - a well-connected young stage actress, newly graduated from Brandeis. You may have seen her widely circulated headshot on the news. A picture that only does her partial justice: an old Hollywood-style portrait spotlighting a versatile, oblong face and sharp collarbones. Jet-black hair in a dancer's bun. A delicate row of pearls.
By Erin Latham Shea3 years ago in Criminal
The Fallen Angel Murder. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
A 10-year-old boy they call Hams found the body in a shallow grave in a wooded area just outside Norman, Oklahoma. It wasn’t a body really, just picked and bleached bones scattered among the fallen autumn leaves, as if scavenging animals had smelled the buried offal and made short work of digging up the meal. The incessant heat in late August had burned off the marrow and shrunk the bones, so it was difficult to know much about them. Hams picked up the skull with a hole in it and intact, almost perfect white teeth that the medical examiner later determined showed early signs of ravage from drug use. Tufts of dyed blonde hair clung to the top of it. Unearthed nearby, police discovered a patterned vinyl backpack, bright aqua with a worn handle, filled with moldering pictures of two children, a toothless newborn and a toddler, drooling and smiling. They also found a lone piece of what looked like a gold earring glittering under the late sun. It had been separated from its backing, and a few worn scratch marks caked in dirt may have been a faint initial, indistinguishable as a D, or B, or P.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler3 years ago in Criminal
STILLWATERS. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
I'm not much for boats or water. Karen says, No surprise considering. After everything, Karen's visitors still sometimes ask, "Were you scared you were going to die?" At first, the consummate journalist, eager to explain and connect, I would struggle. I’d swim deeper and deeper into my mind to find an answer for them. What was I thinking back when, back when
By Rachel Pollock3 years ago in Criminal
A Lesson in Latin. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
“You’re looking a little green, Ace,” Bertie Hudson remarked as their driver accelerated up another steep curve. “This blasted road gets to me every year, but don’t worry this hatch is battened down,” Ace Bishop said as he patted his stomach.
By D.K. Shepard3 years ago in Criminal
Something In the Water. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge. Content Warning.
Sascha was the first to find the fish. At least, she thought she must be. The sky outside was still a bruised purple, light gradually seeping through the horizon. No other patients had been in line at the nursing station when Sascha went for her morning meds. She did not know what time it was, only that she had been lying awake in the interminable darkness of her room for longer than she could stand it. Deciding to wander the halls instead, it was by coincidence rather than intention that Sascha was the first to arrive for her medication. The morning nurse had chirped merrily at her, some praise for being an early bird, and did not ask her to wag her tongue when she lifted it after swallowing.
By Elle Marie3 years ago in Criminal
Forever Innocent. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge. Content Warning.
Headmaster Percy Blackburn took his spectacles off and polished them with a cotton handkerchief. He repeated this habit often, which signaled to the girls of the Chiller’s School for Young Women he was agitated, upset over a perceived transgression from one of his charges. Euphemia Wood, his assistant, would immediately fetch him a glass of absinthe in response. It was a habit that repeated itself often.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Criminal
