Finding Who Killed Love

FINDING WHO KILLED LOVE

As Solomon entered the dimly lit room, he saw a woman lying on the floor, motionless. Her name was Sarah, and she was the love of his life.

Solomon had been investigating a string of murders in the city, and Sarah had been helping him with the case. They had grown close over the past few months, and Solomon had come to rely on her not just for her investigative skills, but for her advice, friendship and companionship. He could share so much with her about work and she would gladly help out.

Now, as he knelt beside her, Solomon froze and shivered in shock. He felt a cold dread creeping up his spine. He had seen plenty of dead bodies in his career as a detective, but none had affected him like this. Sarah was different, she meant everything to him.

As he examined the scene, checking every detail he could find Solomon noticed something strange; there was a note on the floor, addressed to him. He picked it up and read it:

"Dear Solomon,

I am sorry for your loss, i know who the killer is. Meet me at the old warehouse on Kura Street at midnight. Come alone.

Yours truly,

A friend"

Solomon felt a surge of hope. Could this be the break he had been looking for? the answers to his questions? He quickly gathered his things and headed out the door.

At the warehouse, Solomon found a figure waiting for him. As he approached, he saw that it was a woman, wearing a black hooded cloak. She handed him a sealed envelope.

"This is everything you need to catch the killer," she said. "But be careful. He is extremely dangerous." Before Solomon could ask any questions, the woman disappeared into the night.

Rushing back to the station, Solomon poured out the content of the envelope, it was a list of names all of them linked to the murders. With this information, Solomon was able to finally apprehend the killer and bring him to justice.

As he sat alone in his office, Solomon could not shake the memory of Sarah. He had loved her, and he knew that she had loved him too. He vowed to never forget her, and to always honor her memory by working tirelessly to protect the people of his city.

As he picked up his pistol and an extra mag, he recorded a scheduled post to his social media to anyone who would listen:

"Love is powerful. It drives us to do incredible things, to take risks and make sacrifices for the people we care about. But love can also be dangerous. It can blind us to the truth, and make us vulnerable to those who would do us harm.

(sobs)

We must learn to love wisely, to cherish the people in our lives while also being vigilant for signs of danger. We must work together to protect one another, to be each other's guardians and defenders.

I lost my love because i wanted to help others get justice for losing their loved ones to the hands of a murderer

So I implore you: love fiercely, but also love wisely. Let us make a pledge to keep our loved ones safe, and to never let them fall victim to the darkness that lurks in our world."

After he had finished recording his message, he wiped the tears from his eyes put on his kevlar and wore his coat over it. He looked up and said "this is for you my love, it ends tonight"

He walked out the station and faded into the dark of the night....

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