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Dead End

A detective is trapped in a maze of clues and suspects as he tries to solve a series of murders.

By Ameer MuaviaPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Dead End
Photo by Mike Erskine on Unsplash

Detective Jake Carter had seen his fair share of gruesome crimes, but nothing prepared him for the sight that greeted him at the abandoned warehouse. A body, or what was left of it, was hanging from a hook, blood dripping onto the concrete floor. The victim's face was mutilated beyond recognition, and his limbs were severed and scattered around the room. A note was pinned to his chest, written in red ink: "You're next, Carter."

Jake felt a chill run down his spine. He recognized the handwriting. It was the same as the one on the previous notes he had received, taunting him and challenging him to catch the killer. The killer who had been terrorizing the city for months, leaving behind a trail of corpses with no apparent motive or connection. The killer who called himself "The Riddler", and who seemed to have a personal vendetta against Jake.

Jake had been working on the case since the first murder, but he had no leads, no suspects, no clues. He felt like he was running in circles, chasing shadows. He knew The Riddler was playing with him, testing him, trying to break him. And he knew he had to stop him before he killed again.

But how? How could he find a killer who always seemed to be one step ahead of him? A killer who knew his every move, his every weakness, his every secret? A killer who knew how to get under his skin and make him doubt himself?

Jake looked around the warehouse, hoping to find something that would help him crack the case. Something that would give him an edge over The Riddler. Something that would lead him to the truth.

But all he found was another riddle.

On a wall opposite the body, there was a large graffiti, written in black spray paint. It read:

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I know what you did,

And so will they soon."

Jake frowned. What did that mean? What did The Riddler know about him? And who were "they"?

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the graffiti. He sent it to his partner, Detective Kelly Jones, who was waiting outside with the forensics team.

"Got anything?" Kelly asked through the phone.

"Not much," Jake said. "Just another riddle."

"Another one? What does it say?"

Jake read it out loud.

"Sounds cryptic," Kelly said. "Any idea what it means?"

"No," Jake said. "But I have a bad feeling about this."

"Me too," Kelly said. "Listen, I've been doing some digging on our victim. His name is Mark Wilson. He was a journalist for the Daily News."

"A journalist?" Jake asked. "Did he write anything that could have pissed off The Riddler?"

"Maybe," Kelly said. "He was working on a big story about corruption in the city hall. He had some sources that claimed to have evidence of bribery, fraud, and embezzlement involving some high-ranking officials."

"Really?" Jake asked. "Who were they?"

"I don't know," Kelly said. "He didn't name them in his notes. But he said he was going to meet them tonight at the warehouse."

"Tonight?" Jake asked. "You mean..."

"Yeah," Kelly said. "He was supposed to meet them here, where we found him dead."

Jake felt a surge of anger and frustration. He had missed a chance to catch The Riddler red-handed. He had missed a chance to save Mark Wilson's life.

And he had missed a chance to expose the corruption in the city hall.

"Damn it," Jake muttered.

"What?" Kelly asked.

"Nothing," Jake said. "Just thinking out loud."

He hung up the phone and stared at the graffiti again.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I know what you did,

And so will they soon.

He felt like there was something there, something important, something that could help him solve the puzzle.

But what?

He racked his brain, trying to make sense of the words.

Roses are red...

Red...blood...murder...

Violets are blue...

Blue...police...law...

I know what you did...

Did...past...guilt...

And so will they soon...

They...others...danger...

He shook his head. He was getting nowhere.

He needed more time, more information, more clues.

He needed to find The Riddler.

And he needed to find him fast.

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Ameer Muavia

I turn words into magic: As a content writer, I have a way with words that brings your brand to life. Let's make some magic together.

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