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"What went wrong in this guy's head that made him turn to this? Broken skull, torn up skirt, all that blood.. what would it take to get you here?"
That's kind of sick. Don't talk like that. Just take me through what you have found.
"Sorry we've got nothing good here. No weapon yet, no forced entry, except...
Neighbor found her on the way out today, he's down the hall, saw her door was ajar. Said she worked at a club, didn't know her much at all, lived alone as far as he could tell.
ME says the time of death was 3 AM. Forensics thinks the blood is probably hers. Found a phone and some notes from a boyfriend or someone - place was empty except for those"
Let's see that phone. I don't know about this world. Who could sleep through a violent death next door?
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