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Across town, Grace Keagle muttered a few profanities as she struggled to get two large bags of trash out to the curb. She hadn’t noticed her ne..
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Ira Leonard unlocked the front door of his tiny Cape Cod style house and started to go inside. But he was hit before he could get inside. His four-ye..
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Once inside the precinct, Hobson stopped by the lab, and then led Oakley straight to conference room number two where Ben and Paul were on opposite e..
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“Our dead guy is a girl, well … a woman. One minute, she was talking on the phone, the next minute she was dead on the floor. Dropped by..
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After waiting for what seemed like thirty minutes, Hobson decided to go inside and see what was keeping Ben. On her way inside, she passed two obviou..
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At the Metro Daily Bulletin, Jack Curry loudly made his last call for the third shift’s three o’clock lunch run. “This is your last..
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“We haven’t started on it,” the forensic technician said before the two detectives could ask, “we haven’t gotten any pa..
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A voice reaches out from the darkness.
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“So we are looking for someone with sniper training who feels that three dead people have committed offenses worthy of death.” Ben summar..
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“Dad, it’s four-fifteen in the morning! What are you doing up at this hour?” Dianne asked her fragile father in-law, as he poured h..
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