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Missing
The unmarked Crown Vic rolled up the gravel road towards the abandoned farms house and its adjacent barn. A sea of red and blue flashed against the mid-afternoon sun that streaked across the property, casting shadows longer than the buildings were tall. Detective Jesse Andrews parked the car within the shade and just on the outside of the blue sawhorses they used to barricade the crime scene. As soon as she had the door pushed open, a cold winter wind caught her hair and whipper it around her face. She tied it back with a rubber band and flipped up the collar on her coat to keep the breeze off her neck. As situated as she could be, she stepped up to be amongst the other officers.
By Gunnar Anderson3 years ago in Criminal
Tinderella
I did not choose the name, but I understood why it stuck. I had to handle the case because no one else was available, and I really thought this would all be “open and shut”, as they say. But no, that wasn’t going to happen, not right away. Whenever I try and imagine what my week was going to be like, I end up with so many curve balls that I should reconsider my old dream of being a baseball player.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Criminal
Shadows of Resilience: A City's Battle for Justice
It was the late afternoon in the United States, the hours stretching from thirteen to seventeen. Winter had cast its icy spell, causing once-lush green leaves to wither and fall, creating a delicate, frozen carpet on the streets. Freshly fallen snow blanketed the roads, making navigation treacherous for both drivers and pedestrians alike.
By Daniel Arthur3 years ago in Criminal
Shattered Reflections
Detective Michael Harris stared at the crime scene before him, the dim light of the streetlamp casting an eerie glow on the abandoned warehouse. Raindrops echoed in the silence, creating a rhythmic symphony on the wet pavement. The air was thick with tension as he approached the yellow tape, his worn-out trench coat absorbing the chilling drizzle.
By Jonah ime ukpe3 years ago in Criminal
Academy Murders: The Red Planet. Content Warning.
Documentaries streamed on Kim’s TV in her room. Investigations into how possible ise formations in the ravines and valleys of the Martian surface intrigued her. Maybe I should have been a scientist, she thought. But she banished the idea. She was a cop. She was a Marine. Everything she knew came from her integrations as someone who upheld law.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Criminal
Communal Effort
The thing about living in a commune is that it seems to attract a lot of misanthropes. Janine had moved in after her husband had an affair with the neighbours. On both sides. Lonnie had read about what the FBI were up to on the web and didn’t like the way his neighbours looked at him at all. Andreas had left Greece because he couldn’t stand the people; his neighbours were prying busybodies who always asked him when he was getting a job or a girlfriend. Tina had taught in a comprehensive school for 45 years and could neither stand being around folk or away from them, and Tom and Marcus felt folk spurned them due to their free love lifestyle, and craved a more open-minded loving kinship with folk who weren’t ignorant wankers like most people.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Criminal
The Brownstone Murder
She had been beautiful in life, and Detective Sergeant Roy Yadav thought she made a fine-looking corpse. The small, precise bullet wound made a red bindi on her forehead. The dark blood pooling around her pale blond hair, lustrous in the harsh crime scene lights, gave the body an angelic aura.
By Pitt Griffin3 years ago in Criminal
Who murdered Mickey Albany?. Top Story - January 2024.
I turned the sandglass on the small coffee table, its grains sliding through time like whispers of fate. Leaning against the worn-out balcony railing of my apartment, the city's sprawling skyline stretched before me—a canvas of chaos where shadows danced in the neon glow.
By F.R. Gautvik3 years ago in Criminal
Finley High Confessions
Part One Connor stares down at the red plastic cup in his hand. He hates parties. The cup only has soda in it, and he only has it because he doesn’t need people looking at him like he’s some sort of freak. As if slurred speech and being imbalanced was the only way to have fun when you’re in high school.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Criminal
