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Whispers in the Rain

A Detective's Dilemma, Telltale crimson trail, part 7 prediction

By Kageno HoshinoPublished 2 months ago 2 min read
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Whispers in the Rain
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The door knob was turned in my hand, but the door wouldn't move. My heart crashed nervously against my chest. Stevie? What was she doing here? I called out her name, but silence only responded.

With a deep breath, I kicked the door open and it slammed shut with a sharp pain coursing through my leg. The living room was empty; the rain mingled with the scent, filling the air together with a smell of an unknown perfume.

On a coffee table lay one white lily next to a folded sheet of paper with “John” written on it in stevie’s handwriting - everything about her calligraphy seemed to be burnt into the center of my eyes as I unfolded it.

“John,” it began, “You can’t run away from your past. Come alone.” At midnight at the docks.”

A shiver went down my back for Stevie knew; she had unraveled what connected the missing cocaine puzzle, staged crime scene and desperation that made me do all that.

Panic overwhelmed me. I felt trapped and exposed. But somewhere inside me ignited a small spark of resistance that would burn until my demise without giving up easily on our relationship.

In the rain, I took my coat and hurried out of the door. It was as if a thousand needles were pricking my face because of the lashing rain.

The docks were encased in mist and there was that eerie light from sodium lamps; it seemed they were waiting for something to happen.

A single form emerged from the shadows as I stepped on to the pier that creaked under my weight. In the dim lighting, Stevie’s face assumed a blank expression while she held a small shining object in her hand.

“You came.” whispered Stevie.

“What is it Stevie?” I said.

She looked at me not offering any response while still holding that one thing in her palm. Suddenly she flicked her wrist and threw it into the churning water below.

A splash filled the silence. The burden lifted off my stomach, went away, replaced by emptiness. The evidence was gone!

Turning towards me, she had those eyes with mixed feelings-anger, disappointment and something else unnoticeable.

“John, let's talk,” she quietly said this but wind howling made it impossible for me to hear clearly what she said.

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About the Creator

Kageno Hoshino

Mistakes are not shackles that halt one from stepping forward. Rather, they are that which sustain and grow one's heart.

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  • Test2 months ago

    Outstanding! Awesome story,

  • Oooo, what does she wanna talk about? So intriguing!

  • Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago

    This is a really well thought out episode that is full of atmosphere and promise. A great way to dispose of the evidence and an interesting plot twist for Stevie to cover for John. Well done and thanks for joining the fun

  • Telltale Crimson Trail as delightfully written by Raymond G Taylor(It has the links to the original episodes): https://vocal.media/writers/where-is-the-snow

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