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Drift was so close to solving the murder, to finding the killer and finally finishing the case.
Drift was too close to figuring out the killer.
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The air was cold and damp as fog swallowed the streets and the lamps which lined them were no more than subtle glows in the all encompassing dark.
“Well done detective, you caught me.”
The words were crisp, Jules Vanderheart was a man of status, a man whose ideals were weighted by gold.
Jules Vanderheart was a man of riches and false platitudes.
Jules Vanderheart was a killer.
“You shouldn’t have looked so closely, you should’ve stopped searching for me.”
He raised a gun smile upon his face as he spoke.
“I’ll send orchids to your funeral.”
BANG
Pain erupted across Drift as the bullet struck, blood gurgled in her throat as her vision turned hazy.