Missing Mile |
… no DNA, no hair, no skin, nothing, they said. They tried hard. Detectives roamed the place
frowning at every possible sign of foul play. They even checked the chewing gum
wrapping papers scattered on the floor, because the Doublemints looked very
suspicious, they said. The neighbors at the motel kept making faces and
twisting their necks towards the Ice machine. But no one paid attention. The
detectives left. They took the body along with them for the autopsy, they said. After everyone was gone, under the
cover of the night, a silent dark figure walked past the truck, reached inside
the Ice machine and took a shiny object. It was the axe that had killed her. He
did leave fingerprints behind after all. He smirked inside.
They
knew nothing and he was free.
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