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overgrown thorn bushes now-life long ago leaving them. The porch they had complimented-artistic magnificence, en-captured within g

d I were preparing to enter this cavern of neglect. As Crime Scene Investigators, our job was to figure out what had happened to the victims inside; one male, and one female. I knew the exterior of the hous

on the porch, carefully inching his way across what remained of the porch's floor. I could hear the boards breaking beneath his steps as chunks of the d

r. Every one of us trusted Brice's leadership and would follow him into any situation without hesitation. However, today, there were just the two of us working

e-neglected. But it wasn't the interiors condition that held my attention-it was the sentences painted on the wall across from the front door. YO

team member die, unable to do anything to help her-or myself. Then, during surgery to repair the damage I'd suffered, I'd only been allowed a glimpse of the peace death would have brought for a short period, as he'

ought I'd been having a migraine. The pain was so intense, I'd become sick to my stomach. Then, little shards of jagged light had overtaken the iris of my eyes, blocking out the room

se, I'd felt him. I'd known the victims inside were his, and when we'd entered the interior, I'd felt the madness that poured out of him like water. However, now, as I gazed at the words o

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, and when I had bought the place, I'd thought it to be my ideal home: away from the hustle and bustle of city life. The two-story structure had come with a shallow stream that ran just to the backside and trees that shrouded the west side, giving it plenty of shade in the evenings: a place I had thought would bring peace. I'd pictured hanging a swing from the outstretched limb of the tree nearest the drive and spending what quiet evenings my job allowed, either exploring the sandbars of the stream or slo

pped the switch but gained the same result:; nothing. Our guns still in hand, we stepped forward. I needed clothing and some personal items, and though Brice, and the unit chief, had pitched a fit, I insisted I go home to gather them. I

stopping me. Then, steering me toward the driver's side, he continued shielding my body with his as opening the door, he crowded me, wrapping his hands around my waist as lifting me into the pickup, his larger body practically draped over mine when h

tered in a complaint, "Reall

t is. The bastard threatened you, and I'm not taking any chances. We both know something didn't feel right

fically, he hadn't called me by that name since he'd caught wind of Danny Green spreading around that I

of everyone within hearing range. By that afternoon, the whole school knew Danny was a liar. I knew Brice was trying to do it again, and I couldn't help but dislike that because of this case, he even felt the need. I had held my secret too long. Too many lives had become lost because of my fear of being looked at as a freak, especially by Brice. But it was time. I needed to tell what I knew. We had to cat

asies and did to this day. He was gorgeous; At six-foot-three inches and weighing two-hundred-twenty pounds, his body made me drool; he had shoulder-length black hair, olive-toned-skin, and amber-eyes-and was where w