The Mile 3 Murder Mystery

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d bodyguards, she craved solitude. She often wandered the city alone, finding a strange comfort in blending with the crowd. She was a regular at exclusive nightclu

Harcourt. Vera so much loved the place. The air of the club smells of cigarettes and expensive drinks. A disco light rotates above the dance floor, showing various colours of light acr

ed her drink while she took a moment to observe the scene, the laughter, the dancing, the unspoken rules of the night.She wasn't here just for the music or the drinks. She was here hoping a man would ask her out. She really wants a feel of a real man, not a two minute man li

far wall. He offered her a smile, she smiled back. Tonight wasn't about playing it

be by the side of a real man who would e

ally drifting towards the dance floor. Timing was everything. He waited.Yet, as the night wore on, no one had approached Vera. She da

ary, and danced with an extra flair, all i

her ear, and walked out of the club. The rugged man in a black jacket that was at a corner sipping whiskey and watching her, stood up and silently left the club. She wrapped a cloth tighter around herself as she walked along the cra

cating. Reluctantly, she decided to walk through the city's streets, hoping to get home in a short time. Ahead, the rugged man in a black jacke

et.His pace matched hers, staying just far enough to avoid suspicion. But ever

? A quick one with him, she thought, would be sensational. You never can tell with Vera; she has a crazy urge for sex. But when the ma

d someone. Unknown to her, the Rugged man remained in the shadows, watching her . Then she felt the weight of something unspeakable in the air, and glanced back but she s

still following her, his footsteps deliberate and heavy. She got scared and increased her pace

whispered to her, "Run. He's coming for you." There was no time to question, only to act. Then she starte

owing there was a chance to lose him in the bush. But as she darted into the thick underbrush

ind. He knew the town, just as she did, but she had one advantage: she had always been fast, agile, and famil

umped on her, punched her, sending her staggering back. He drove the blade of his knife forward and down on