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    It is 1991 in New York City. It was a gloomy day, looking like it's about to 

rain. Small rays of light were coming through, but not enough to light up the day 

with natural light. A call came in from an old hotel that there was a murder in one of 

the rooms. The police force quickly responded, and arrived on the scene within 

minutes. They had their guns drawn, prepared in a defensive strategy. Even though 

the man had been dead for a few hours, they were cautious. 

They had no evidence to support the murderer left the building, and they had to be 

sure. They checked every room, every corner and nook, and it was clear that no one 

in the building had caused the murder. The murderer must have fled. The detectives 

then came.

    “Another case brings in more money, right Matt?” Kyle Trump sputtered out 

grinning while Matthew Wing had a small smile on his face.

    “Sure does. But the poor man who died, they say he was stabbed through the 

back, breaking his spinal cord,” Matt explained what had happened.

    “It is a horrible way to go. We better get in there and try to find him,” he 

sniffled and walked in, Matt trailing behind him.

    When they got inside the room, it was more gruesome than what they 

expected. Blood painted the walls, and the words ‘I’m Coming For You Next’ were 

written on the wall with the man’s blood.

         Both of the detectives gagged at the sight of the body. They asked for a 

situation report.

    “It seems that the murderer took a knife that was about three inches wide and 

shoved it through the man’s back as he was walking to his bed. He died quickly, and 

the murderer fled. He took the fire escape down, and jumped the last ten feet. We 

collected a sample of his blood, but since it is dried and it mixed with the concrete, it 

will take about one to two days to get the results,” the chief explained. Kyle nodded 

and started helping Matt with the fingerprinting. They found a full hand on the rail to 

the fire escape, and sent that in for DNA profiling. 

    “Kyle, I think I found a trail that we can follow,” Matt called out for him. He 

came running and looked at the trail that Matt was pointing at him.

    “Good job Matt,” he complimented him and radioed in to the police at the 

scene they were going to follow a trail and requested a warrant. They both started 

following the trail to what looked like lead to a diner. They started asking the staff, 

and the manager gave a description of the man.

    “Yes, there was a man yesterday that was bleeding from his knee. We asked if 

he needed help, but he declined it and ordered a coffee,” the manager gave his story 

and description of the man. “He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was about 

yay-high,” he motioned to about the height, “and he wore a blue shirt and jeans. He 

had black shoes and had a tattoo on his right arm.”

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         Kyle wrote down the description of the man and asked for details about the 

face. The manager gave a rough description of his face.

    “Does it look like this?” Kyle showed the manager the rough draft of the man’s 

face.

    “Yes! Yes!” the manager recognized the face immediately.

    “Thank you, sir. Do you know where he went after he left?” he asked.

    “Yes, he headed downtown. He said something about an old warehouse,” he 

elaborated.

    “Thank you, sir. Anything else you think we need to know?” the detective 

questioned.

    “No, I gave you all I know. If I think of anything else, I will tell you,” he 

confirmed. 

    “Thank you again. Please, send a message as soon as possible,” the detective 

gathered his notes and began searching downtown for a warehouse. It took them 

four hours to try to find the building they were looking for. It was old, built in the 

1880s, made out of bricks. It was large, enough to hold four cars lengthwise, and 

had a small back area that was the manager’s office.

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    They quickly received a search warrant. The detectives entered in slowly 

and cautiously, looking around for the killer or other evidence that may lead to the 

identification of who killed the man. Kyle went to the manager’s office and began 

looking around, and immediately found the weapon. It was indeed a bowie knife, 

and at it’s base it was about 3 inches. As he was inspecting the knife, his phone 

started buzzing. He quickly picked up.

    “Hello?” Kyle asked.

    “Hey, it is Joe. The hand print you found, we identified it. It belongs to 

Matthew Wing,” Joe told him, and the line was silent. Kyle then spoke.

    “Thanks. I’ll be back in the station in a few minutes.” The phone line 

clicked and Kyle stood still. He could not believe his partner, the person who he has 

worked beside for almost a year, was a murderer. He quickly gained his senses and 

walked out. Matt was still looking at the boxes when Kyle came up behind him and 

quickly put him in cuffs.

    “What are you doing Kyle!” Matt yelled as Kyle started disarming and 

stripping Matt down. He gathered all the guns and tasers' and handcuffs that he 

had and explained.

    “I got a call. The hand, the blood, it was all you. I have to assume you 

paid the manager to cover you as well. I still can’t believe it was you though.”

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