Katie: I could smell it, the aromea of burning flesh. The heat of the fire made little beads of sweat trickle down his face like the tears of Mrs Watzername when she found out her son was missing, but his eyes were what captured me as he circled the fire like a bird in flight, the grey green turned red and danced in the flame.
"Two years and heere he is again" the chief sighed as he picked up his lucky marble and swiveled it in his hands "he's dead chief''' Steve commented as he entered the room with the grace of a dancer, " what do you mean?" chief asked "Katie was watching him last night"
" I was Steve" I said as Steve gave the chief a disbelieving glance, '' He died last chief"' Steve repeated, "well if he did then who who killed Maria Kensington?..." I trailed off staring at one of the photos then saying "chief I think I have it!"
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