The city was shrouded in darkness as Detective Marcus Blackwood stepped out of the precinct, the weight of the case heavy on his shoulders. The streets, usually bustling with activity, were now eerily deserted, the only sound being the distant wail of sirens echoing through the night.
Blackwood knew that they were running out of time. With each passing moment, the killer moved further into the shadows, their trail growing colder by the minute.
As he walked through the dimly lit streets, Blackwood's mind raced with possibilities. They had a lead now—the fingerprint on the rose—but it was just the beginning. They needed more if they were going to catch the killer before they struck again.
With a sense of determination, Blackwood made his way to Sarah Parker's apartment. The scene was just as he remembered it—cold and empty, the air heavy with the scent of death. The apartment seemed to loom over him as he stepped inside, the darkness swallowing him whole. Blackwood felt a chill run down his spine, the weight of the room pressing down on him like a physical force.
But Blackwood pushed aside his fear and focused on the task at hand. He combed through every inch of the apartment, searching for any clue that might lead them to the killer.
And then, just as he was about to give up hope, he saw it—a glimmer of light in the darkness. It was a piece of paper, tucked away in a corner of the room, almost hidden from view.
Blackwood picked it up, his heart pounding in his chest. It was a note, written in a hand that was both elegant and precise.
"Find me if you can," the note read. "But beware, for the shadows are my home, and I am always watching."
As Blackwood read the words, a chill ran down his spine. They were dealing with a killer who reveled in the darkness and thrived in the shadows. But Blackwood was undeterred. If the killer wanted to hide in the shadows, then he would drag them out into the light, no matter what it took. With a renewed sense of determination, Blackwood pocketed the note and made his way back to the precinct. The hunt was far from over, but he knew that they were one step closer to bringing a killer to justice. And this time, he wouldn't let them slip through his fingers.
But they still had to pay Mrs.Morrigan Bloodrose, whom Mrs. Parker believes killed Sarah, so Mr.Blackwood and Detective Ramerez both drove down to the Red Rose flower shop to visit Mrs.Morrigan Bloodrose, and her last name just so happens to be Bloodrose, which was odd, They had to do follow-ups just to make sure they got everything. They walked up together, and before they could knock on their door, she immediately stepped out to greet them with a strange smile.
Mrs.Morrigan Bloodrose?" asked Detective Blackwood, looking at the tall, slender woman wearing a bandana on her head.
"Yes,. I am Detective Blackwood, and you must be Detective Ramerize, "she said, looking at the other detective. What I have done that brings two detectives by my workshop at this hour, she asked with a smirk.
"Do you know Miss Sarah Parker by any chance?" asked the detective
"Ah yes, the Parker girl, the one who always helps everyone out; even though people want to be left alone these days, why what happened to her, may I ask?" she said.
"She was murdered in her apartment two days ago and we need to do a quick follow-up so may we come in and just have a peak in your shop? It will just take a few seconds, said Detective Blackwood.
"Sure, I have nothing to hide, she said as opened the door for them to go inside. She led the way into the shop and let them look around to see if they could find anything. So far, everything looks clean, but where are the roses with the thorns on them?
"Are these all your roses? Detective Ramirez
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