Murder, Murder.
The scream echoed down the hallway, shaking me from my slumber and into the dim vision of the electric lights. Someone was banging on the door, and Watson scrambled to open it. I was bleary-eyed, still feeling a bit desensitized when Evelyn Reed burst in to the door. Her hands were covered with odious red, and tears streaked across her reddened face. There's been a murder! She repeated.
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