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Justice is a piece of cake
Start writing... The night life in this town never sleeps, it’s alive, it breaths and beats like a heart. Music, dames, liquor, everything a decent man needs and if he tries to tell you something different he’s selling you applesauce kid. The only time someone can find sleep around here is on the inside of a wooden kimono six feet deep. I was born in this town and came up as a young punk in the back allies and sleeping in the back gin mills. Hell, I even made a little lettuce picking up the place before it opened, and I made a little more when the fellas would stumble out, all high off the hooch. I took care of’em. I got’em a hack to get home and what not, I only took a little cut for my good deeds. I’d always been a punk, and I could live with that, but I ain’t never had a piece and I was never no stool pigeon. So needless to say even I was surprised when I became a copper. I can still remember when I first considered the occupation.
By Martin Gomez5 years ago in Criminal
The Terrible Case of Mr. Spoxal
When a blood curdling scream rose up and spread its horror throughout the neighborhood, no-one expected it to be Mrs. Spoxal, the grocer’s wife. Millie and Sandra, who were staying with their aunt in Launceston, climbed from their beds, pulled back the curtains and squished their faces against the window. They tried to look down the street where the neighbours were all running.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Criminal
Death by What?
What You Know Beverly Markum had lived in the small apartment for more than three years. Not long after her husband passed, she sold their home and most of their furniture to move into a quaint complex for people over fifty. She didn’t want to worry about cutting grass or cleaning gutters any longer. At 57 years young, she thought she still had a lot of life to live and she had intended for it to be as care free as possible. Now she is dead in that care free apartment and you need to figure out what, or who, killed her.
By Anna Munson5 years ago in Criminal
The Consulate Case
In February 2019, Jeet Thakur Sahai visited his good friend Mayank Pasricha in Chandigarh, India. Mayank lived his wife Swati and parents in Chandigarh. Jeet had gone there for a few days. Mayank worked at the Australian Consulate in Chandigarh and they were having a party there on a Friday night. Friends of employees were welcome as well, so Jeet went with Mayank to the party.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Criminal
The Hostel Murder Case
In March 2021 Jeet Thakur Sahai was asked by his colleague in another department to assist in a case. Inspector Hitesh Rampal was investigating the murder of a student at a hostel of a college in New Delhi. The college’s name was Shri Bharat Saxena College of Arts and Commerce. The college had two hostel buildings in its campus. The previous night a student was found murdered on the fourth floor of the men’s hostel building. The dead student’s name was Ashish Paranjpe.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Criminal
You Never Knew What Hit You in the Gut
I was watching through my rear view mirror when I saw the smirk on her face. They were about to unwind and undress. Of course that's what most people do at pregnancy peak. I invited some friends in the back so nobody would be suspicious. I wait a few moments and start taking pictures. Oh she is definitely caught red handed this time. I start the car and begin to pull forward, I had enough evidence at this point. I pull away and go down the road a little ways, then I have a gut feeling to turn back.
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
A Night In The Woods
It was three in the morning when Dan got home drunk after his shift at The Greasy Hog. Fumbling for the keyhole on his old rusted yellow trailer, he wondered in his inebriated state whether or not it was worth keeping the damned thing locked. The old doublewide had been passed down from his father, held together by years of layered duct tape. Even if money wasn’t a problem he would take a run-down shack in the woods over being in the city.
By Martin Jones5 years ago in Criminal
Excerpt from Seven by Saturday
The pounding in my head felt as if I was stopped next to a car with the volume turned up so high that the bass shook everything around it. Pinching my nose I tried to take calming breaths, a four count in and a four count out. My mind is drifting over every inch of every crime scene I have been at the past three days. The boxes were small, not drawing attention. All of them were wrapped in brown paper. The techs had determined that it was a paper grocery store bag, giving you nothing. Inside the boxes was filled with screws and marbles for shrapnel. When they exploded anyone in a hundred yards radius was in danger. Sitting a little straighter I open my eyes reaching for the files yet again.
By C.A. Price5 years ago in Criminal
Death by Chocolate
Gary Hansen didn’t think of himself as a serial killer, but he was one. He was also independently wealthy, as his parents had left him a fortune when they’d died in a car accident when he was twenty. He’d been working on their car earlier that same day, but the police never found that out.
By Steve Moran5 years ago in Criminal
I killed her with Kindness
“Hey Lisa!” Mona cries out, “listen to this.” “Oh God” Lisa whispers to herself “are you reading the obituary on the paper again?!” she cries out. “Oh come on! This one is interesting, just listen” she replies, “Fine” Lisa responds as she rolls her eyes. Mona begins to read, “Kim’s Obituary, July 18, 2020. Kim was a very kind and loving person, she was young and full of life. Kim had many aspirations but she never expected to die so young, I would like to share with you the cause of death. It was Monday morning two days ago, Kim was very excited about her 30th birthday, she woke up at 7am very unusual for her, but she knew everyone would be happy to see her and wish her a happy birthday at work. Mainly though she was excited because she would finally receive her $1,000,000 trust fund money, after 30 years of patiently waiting, the day had finally arrived and she made sure everyone knew about it at work, now don’t get me wrong I might sound annoyed but I had nothing against her neither did anyone else at work. Let me give you some backstory though, when I say she made sure to let everyone know, she did not hold back, as a matter of fact she had a “trust fund party” at her house the week before and invited every single one of us. As we walked in to her home we each got a small bag with a “present” inside, I will never forget about 20 minutes before we left the party, she decided to announce she was leaving the company and she let us know her birthday would be her last day, oh man was she right about that! “I want a chocolate cake and a beautiful party, now that you guys know it will be my birthday and my last day of work” she happily announced. When I got home I opened my so called present, inside there was a small vanilla cupcake with a note that said, “ since I will be leaving, and I will never have to see your ugly face again, I just want to let you know you won’t be missed,” with it there was a card for a plastic surgeon in which she wrote, “for your face…you’re welcome!” I have to admit I was extremely upset, I called a few of my co-workers to see if anyone else got the same note, and indeed she made sure to write a personal note to everyone. After a glass of wine and many thoughts of what I was going to say to her the next day, I finally calmed down and came up with a plan. Surprise, surprise the next day Kim called out which was perfect as I needed to present my plan to everyone else at the office, after explaining what my plan was to the team they all agreed the most logical thing to do would be to kill her…with kindness of course, so we decided we would each buy her a chocolate cake on the day of her birthday; well you see we all knew how much Kim loooved chocolate and she wouldn’t be able to help herself, her obsession was so big she might just want to eat all of it all by herself. For the next few days she decided she was taking a few days off, and of course Monday morning she showed up extra early, of course we were all ready waiting for her. We are a team of 20 people and each one of us bought her a small chocolate cake with the writing Happy Birthday Kim on it. Oh she was ecstatic! By the end of the workday she had eaten at least 10 cakes, I don’t know how she did it, but she did. Naturally she was not feeling too well and so she cleaned out her desk and left without even saying good bye, by night time I received a call from one of my co-workers to give me the news that Kim was in a food coma… literally, I didn’t mean to laugh but I just thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard, I mean who is that obssesed to eat 20 chocolate cakes in one day?! Well Kim was one of a kind I guess. I hope my story didn’t bore you as it is not so much an obituary but more of a lesson, if someone is mean, kill them with kindness and you will suceed. Yes I know this is a long one but it was too precious not to tell, in the end I didn’t know much about Kim and she didn’t know me very well either, I just knew she thought I was ugly and I knew she had a guilty pleasure. “Wow, that is crazy… can she go to jail for that?”Lisa asks, Mona replies “I don’t think so, she technically killed herself.”
By Giovanna Rea5 years ago in Criminal
