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the as 30 years old afro-american described gunman attacked the family members on wednesday, both in the shop of the victims and in their nearby residential building. and i wonder: how can you just be so cruel? and i want to find out! now, with andy and xavier, i'm going to found a detective agency. said and done. and the 3 friends founded the ...

we will take our revenge. we will pay them back. let's give this anger some space to explode! saturday, 29th of september '12 12:50am it is deep dark night in los angeles. in this part of the city and at that time, not even stray animals are on the road. solely here and there a police car is driving patrol. or is in use.

eh ... well ... most of them are in use. suddenly, a stooped walking man appears round the corner of willoughby ave - north spaulding ave and is looking around carefully again and again! he moves towards one of the front doors takes out a lock pick and pokes at the lock. it takes less than 3 minutes until the door makes clack and there he enters

in the entrance area of ​​the house, it was toasty warm and a smell of freshlybrewed coffee came from the kitchen. in the living room light was still burning. he stormed in, which made the resident fell off the sofa in shock, rudely awakened from her dreams. she had probably dozed off in front of the tv. with still sleepy eyes, laura turm stunned into the face of the intruder. when she saw the knife,

which he held in his hand, she was hooked and began to shout, while she, still in shock,pale and shaky, sat back on the sofa. fuck! he wants to kill me! why is nobody helping me? i thought america was ... just shut your mouth, you bitch! you could have expected my revenge! you bullied us in school with your gang and after class when others were not watching, you came to me

and apologized for what you had done. but that's not how it works. and then on the final party there was the absolute blockbuster: you sold me to jenny as a callboy! me! we once were together! when did you become so hypocritical and deceitful ?! i was too drunk to get, what happened! what did you think you were doing, you cunt?

do you know what it's called? forced prostitution is that! i was infected with aids by her! do you know how that feels?! i am glad that i have separated me from you. you were the mistake of my life. and that at the highschool graduation party was the mistake of yours! how dare you, anyway? get out of my apartment, out! who do you think you are?

showing up here after so many years and giving me a moralizing lecture. i am at least as happy as you, that it is over there are so many better men than you! okay, now its finally enough for me! your last hour has struck! don't you dare in your life, wim... without another word to say, the burglarstabbed the knife in her chest

when he saw laura's blood spatter, he laughed out loud. it sounded really, really crazy. laura's lifeless body slumped in itselftogether and slid down from the couch. laura flinched a few timesand gasping for air, but after a few moments it had happened to her and a little later the carpet was imbued from blood. as if nothing had happened, the criminal in this time rummaged for pen and paper and wrote in his most beautiful handwriting, modeled by laura turm, a fake suicide note:

dear relatives, dear friends, when you read that, i'll be dead already. i've commited suicide, because the biggest mistake in my life is chasing me up 'till today on the closing ceremony 15 years ago i selled one of my ex-boyfriends as a call-boy to one of my best friends, drunk as i had been. because of this, he was infected with aids, what i found out a few minutes ago and that topped it off.

sorry for not informing anyone of you. in biggest, for ever lasting love laura turm this letter he laid on the table next to the couch, put the pen back there, where he had it from, put laura's hand around the shaft of the knife, which is still stuck in her chest and turned off the lights in the entire apartment, let down all shutters, then he went into the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands

and left the apartment. straightway, without detours, he ran to his new camaro, which he had parked in the willoughby ave, and drove home. of course he took this time intentionallya detour via the world century boulevard and drove eastbound on the corner st. sepulveda boulevard west - manchester ave. arrived at home, he took of his clothes and went to bed and took a deep breath: ---successfully executed the order---

9 o'clock am just a few streets away from crime scene laura's friend bianca stood up extra early to meet up with her. they lived only a few blocks apart. at 10 am she departed to her. arriving at ten thirty am, she rang the door bell. but when nobody opened, she took a step back. there, she noticed that the front door was not closed properly. out of the house came a slight musty smell.

she called the police immediately. they also appeared a few minutes later and asked bianca to wait outside. in the entrance there was total darkness and even from the other rooms came not a bit light. the officers split up and shortly afterwards they found the body of laura turm, on the living room floor in front of the sofa it was a horrible sight. the whole carpet was bloody red, the knife which still sticking out of her chest.

bianca rushed into the apartment, since she has nothing outside holding her back she wanted to throw herself at laura, crying, but one of the policemen stopped her. i can't let you do that. the cadaver has to be investigated at pathology in the condition in which it now is otherwise we can not find out who did this to your friend bianca discovered a piece of paper lying on the coffee table, read it and collapsed, but was still conscious. you should not touch anything!show it to me! grumpy she handed the note. the police put the facts on the spot because of this farewell letter.

nevertheless, the body was consigned to a final examination in the pathology. sad but convinced that her friend laura's life was taken, bianca went home and searched the internet for a detective agency who would take up the investigation. she looked for detective agencies in the us, although found one, but that one was in new york. she doubted, but then called anyways. at police headquarters 12 o'clock pm at police headquarters arrived, the investigators began directly with the analysis of the cadaver in pathology. half an hour later it was clear: the blood on the knife is that of the murdered laura turm.

fingerprints can be found en masse on the handle of the knife, however seem to be from the victim itselves, so the policemen. the next morning, police officers showed up at bianca drehers and asked her about the knife, but she negotiated. since the witness could identify the knife and told us that it was not one of the victim, we take up the investigation again.even the suicide note was not written by the murdered laura turm. the yesterday murder victim laura turm was attacked by a unknown man few weeks ago. here, her whole family perished.

the police is cluelessand will start moving more troops. our detective friends take off to los angeles and directly experience on their arrival an unpleasant surprise.

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