arted trembling. I did not do this. That was a dream. Nothing other than this. Ashwin calls me. But I do not look at h

n. I nodded my head. Do yo

old that you are an intelligent detective. Within a short span of time, you have made a name for yourself in this field. He said this to me with a smile. Afterward, Ashwin sits on the ground. He touches the victim

r to his questions. My cheeks were turnin

crouched down on the ground and started checking the dead body's clothes. "I had nothing to say,

to another officer. I opened the folded piece of paper it was a picture of mine with

dle this on our own. What was the need to bother him? I said with a smile. Ashwin tap

ella Reynolds was 50 years old. She is not in a pleasant mood. Short a

s. She often wears practical clothes that are mostly vividly colored and slightly too big. She is usually seen wearing a custom-made fedora.

he is," she asked. Hmmm... I get to my feet. Umm... can I say something?" I asked. She looks at me. "I was talkin

m the victim's clothes. I shook my he

er eyebrows an

is residing in Red Charles, 55 Road, West Spring. After hearing this, Della's facial expression changes.

ked to his blood," Ashwin said. Della was si

d. She rubs her head with her right hand. " He is a detective. He is working on an undercover case. I talked to him last

Della was walking away and yelling

blood, and in the next minute, I start hearing drippings of blood on the ground. I started looking around and saw that the person in the hoo

at. "I can do that. I can control my hunger. I was repeating these lines with my eyes closed. Meanwhile, someo

d in it. He drove me to the police station. We did not talk much while going to the police station. I was thinking about the p

ything. We arrived at the police station. I walked in with Ashwin

case he is working on. Also, I want you to find the camera that he had. H

ll with tan skin, she has a pious feel about her. She has bulging, hazel eyes; very thin lips; small ears; and a l

ce. Cindy covered her hand with the cloth. I look at her. "What happened to your hand?" I asked. Cindy

ut I am going home to my lovely wife. He said this while walking out of the room. After Ashwin left

ose. He has short, luscious, black hair. He has average-sized feet, toned legs, a slender neck, narrow shoulders,

smile. "Your ride is here," he said. I put the file on the table. Hmm... come again; I am not following you," I

the police station. I saw Darius standing in front of the police station with his bike. He l

oks at me and rubs the back of his head with his left h

My apartment is on the second floor. As I reach the second floor, someone pushes me hard from the stairs and starts