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e and do nothing while all of this going on. He couldn’t

to turning Shelby and Malcolm himself into modern day Martyrs. He entered the red convertible, parked just beside the enormous building that had been known to be a kind of "last few words" location. No surprise there though, both Myers and David's last few breaths before they were last seen took place around and, on these grounds, res

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s, severed some of the strongest of ties too. But most of all, it le

ll no tales." But buried in the dead silence, in the thickest cloud of darknes

hen, and sure enough a heavy mist of fear and helplessness loomed over the town folk.

ou know…", she said while slowly standing up from her dark, tainted office chair, "…during the coronation a couple weeks ago, I had one thing in mind". She sat next to t

r jacket the detective had on, in effect, slightly ru

l out? Let me make one th

Claire to you",

had on his now rumpled collar. "I have my job, and you have yours. You’re the

ly walked over to the window at the back of her office chair and in tears said, "it’s my jo

t, you weren't there", he said mov

ith her hands stretched out, shoving Malcom away. Streams of tears slowly rol

abbed the black bag beside him, and slowly brought out the file that laid inside. Shelby now adjusted her posture, resting on the frame of th

He was stabbed so there were always going to be blood sampl

ted by slight annoyance. "He was brutally stabbed but there was

t least tried to defend himse

to notice the wounds, and the ma

owning in confusion and her pale, tender hands

just killed, he was sadistically and slowly tormented before the knife was pier

nterjected. “Like he’s waiting

know who did it", she said as she snatched the file from his

aid heaving the hig

aid, instantly dropping

back”, she whispered. “It doesn't, it doesn't make sense Malcolm". She said scattering the file in front her. "Jacob and Da

She

p Malcolm”, she f

t and never actually confronting it. No matter how far we try to run away, it’s icy grip always finds a way to drag us back”, he murmured. “Well”, he said snapping out of the few seconds of reflection, “I need to leave Shell", he said picking up his bag from the black armless chair he was sitting on, about to leave the vaguely painted cubicle that Shelby called her office.

on't arrest him till I give a go ahe

r in disbelief,

lear Malcolm", she

he knew. Forcefully freeing himself from her grip, he looked at her in confusion a