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The Gift
Sasha closed the door to her room and immediately went to work removing the foil cover and label from the bottle of Pinot Noir she had purchased earlier that day. Next, she retrieved a small needle and syringe from her makeup bag and injected its contents into the wine via the exposed cork. She then took a replacement label and foil wrapper from between the pages of a book, stuck them to the bottle, and voilà —a $25 bottle of Pinot Noir was now a $6,000 bottle of Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru, 1949.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Criminal
City of Shadows: Divulging the Embroidered artwork of Wrongdoing and Reclamation
Investigator Eleanor Harper reviewed the crime location, a faintly lit back street behind the city's most seasoned book shop. The air was thick with the harsh fragrance of downpour drenched asphalt. She changed her fedora and moved toward the inert body spread on the wet ground. A solitary discharge reverberated in the tranquility of the evening.
By Manjit@6400..2 years ago in Criminal
Jack and the Cat. Content Warning.
It was a cold, wet and windy night in the city that time forgot. I walked out of my office and into the dark. There had been a murder. How did I know? Someone told me, obviously. I'm not psychic, you know. If you are looking for a psychic murder mystery...you are reading the wrong story, pally. I am your normal common garden murder mystery solving investigative journalist. The cops, bless them, had threw out this case, according to my client, on account of their being no signs of foul play.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Criminal
Rags to Riches
Every time I think my life couldn’t possibly be any better, POOF! WHAM! KAPOW! It becomes more heavenly. It didn’t start that way, not by a long shot. I was born into a dirt-poor family, the middle child of seven brothers and sisters. We usually had at least one meal a day during the summer and three when school was in session. All my clothes, from underwear to shoes, were hand-me-downs from my older siblings. My parents possessed no special skills, so they earned a living as day laborers. It looked like life had dealt me a losing hand from the start.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Criminal
Disappearance at Rosewood Manor!!
In the heart of the countryside lay Rosewood Manor, an exquisite estate known for its lush gardens and opulent ballrooms. The tranquil setting was disrupted when a mysterious disappearance occurred during the annual masquerade ball!
By marie e ehlenbach2 years ago in Criminal
