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Twenty-two year old Nancy Drew was happy to be off today. Considering that it didn't happen very often, she was taking full advantage of it. She was now the star investigative reporter for the Chicago Tribune. She loved her job because it still allowed her to do her first love, which was investigating crimes. Sure, she could have joined the police force, but she had always had a thing for writing, so now she got to do both.
She turned over in her bed to see that her fiance, Frank Hardy, was already up and gone to work. Frank was now a detective for the homicide division of the Chicage Police Department. They had been engaged for a year now and in between their jobs they were planning the wedding that would be coming up in a few weeks. She smiled to herself when she saw a note on his pillow.
"Nancy," it read. "I'm sorry I had to leave you so early, but I got called in. I didn't want to wake you. Did you know that you're beautiful when you sleep? I hope that you have a wonderful day and I will see you tonight. Love, Frank. P.S. Joe's coming in tonight, so it would be wise to hide the food."
Nancy laughed out loud and stretched. She was seriously considering going back to sleep and blowing off her plans for the day when the phone rang. She sighed as she picked up the receiver to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Nancy? Did I wake you?" her editor, Ashley Morgan, asked.
"No, Ashley. I'm up. Why do I have a feeling that I'm about to be called in?" Nancy asked.
"I have a new story for you. I know that it's your day off and you really deserve it, but I wanted you to have first dibs at it." Ashley explained.
Nancy sat up in her bed and ran her fingers through her long reddish-blonde hair. "What is it?"
"A murder. Actually, it's not too far from your apartment. A young woman was stabbed in her apartment sometime last night." Ashley said.
"It seems like you have all of the main point already." Nancy said.
"True, but I don't have the police connections like you do. I want more and you're my girl." Ashley said.
"All right. I'll see what I can find out." Nancy said. "Where this place at?"
"You're the best, Nancy." Ashley said.
"Just remember that when you start to hand out raises." Nancy joked. Ashley told her the address and Nancy wrote it down. She hung up the phone and jumped in the shower. She dressed and was at the crime scene in thirty minutes.
Nancy pulled up to the apartment complex, flashed her press badge, and was let in. She was one of the few reporters that was allowed leniency because of her background and reputation. "Hey, Jimmy. Who's in charge?" Nancy asked Jim Reeves, a rookie cop that was standing watch.
"Your lesser half." Jim answered, smiling at Nancy.
Nancy smiled back at Jim. She had met him two months ago and immediately liked him. She had even introduced him to one of her best friends, George Fayne, and now they were starting to date. "Better not let Frank hear that." Nancy said "Hear what?" Frank asked, coming out of the apartment complex. "Nothing." Nancy smiled up at him. "How about you wipe that smile off of your face and tell me what you two were talking about." Frank said.
"It really wouldn't interest you. "Nancy said. She changed the subject. "So, you're on a case, huh?"
"Real smooth, Nancy." Frank smiled at her. "Yeah. But what are you doing here? I thought it was your day off."
"Funny, I did too. Ashley called me and offered the story to me, so I took it. What's going on?" She asked.
Frank led her into the apartment complex and in a quiet corner. "Sorry I wasn't home this morning." He said.
"It's okay. I get to see you now." Nancy said and planted a kiss on his lips.
Frank smiled. "So, you have this story?"
"Yep. You want to fill me in on everything?" Nancy asked.
"And we get right to work." Frank teased.
Nancy pulled out her notepad and pen waiting for Frank to begin. He could only laugh at her.
"Young female stabbed once in the abdomen. The stab didn't kill her right away. She bled to death. Fiancee found her early this morning in the living room." Frank explained.
"Forced entry?" Nancy asked.
"Nope. Whoever it was was allowed in by the victim." Frank said.
"How long has she been dead?" Nancy asked.
"About ten hours now." Frank said.
"Murder weapon?" Nancy said, writing down the information.
Frank shook his head. "Killer didn't leave one."
"Anyone see the killer?" she asked.
Again Frank shook his head. "No witnesses at all. We haven't hadanyone who said they might have heard anything, either. The killer also took all of the tapes from the security cameras."
"So, you're basically at a loss." Nancy gave him a sympathetic look. She hated cases that proved to not give them anything to work with.
"Yeah, I guess so." Frank said wearily.
"Do you have an ID on the victim?" She asked.
"We do, but you can't print it until I give you the okay." Frank cautioned. "Her name was Rosie Lopez."
Nancy looked at Frank sharply. "What did you just say?"
"The victim. Her name was Rosie Lopez." He studied Nancy's face which had a shocked expression. "You know that name, don't you?"
Nancy nodded. "I might. You have a picture?"
Frank went into Rosie's apartment and grabbed a picture. He brought it out and handed it to Nancy.
Nancy gasped when she saw the picture.
"You do know her." Frank said slowly.
Nancy nodded numbly. "Yeah. From an old case."
Just then one of the officers came out of Rosie's apartment. "Hey, Hardy. We found a note."
Frank took the evidence bag. "Thanks, Douglas." He read over the note and handed it over to Nancy.
Nancy took the bag and looked at the note. What she saw made her blood run cold.
It was signed "Cupid".
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm sorry that the story looks cramped where there should be spaces between "scenes". But I do not have Word on my computer and that is what is causing this. Again, let me know what you think and I hope that you enjoy!
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Twenty-two year old Nancy Drew was happy to be off today. Considering that it didn't happen very often, she was taking full advantage of it. She was now the star investigative reporter for the Chicago Tribune. She loved her job because it still allowed her to do her first love, which was investigating crimes. Sure, she could have joined the police force, but she had always had a thing for writing, so now she got to do both.
She turned over in her bed to see that her fiance, Frank Hardy, was already up and gone to work. Frank was now a detective for the homicide division of the Chicage Police Department. They had been engaged for a year now and in between their jobs they were planning the wedding that would be coming up in a few weeks. She smiled to herself when she saw a note on his pillow.
"Nancy," it read. "I'm sorry I had to leave you so early, but I got called in. I didn't want to wake you. Did you know that you're beautiful when you sleep? I hope that you have a wonderful day and I will see you tonight. Love, Frank. P.S. Joe's coming in tonight, so it would be wise to hide the food."
Nancy laughed out loud and stretched. She was seriously considering going back to sleep and blowing off her plans for the day when the phone rang. She sighed as she picked up the receiver to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Nancy? Did I wake you?" her editor, Ashley Morgan, asked.
"No, Ashley. I'm up. Why do I have a feeling that I'm about to be called in?" Nancy asked.
"I have a new story for you. I know that it's your day off and you really deserve it, but I wanted you to have first dibs at it." Ashley explained.
Nancy sat up in her bed and ran her fingers through her long reddish-blonde hair. "What is it?"
"A murder. Actually, it's not too far from your apartment. A young woman was stabbed in her apartment sometime last night." Ashley said.
"It seems like you have all of the main point already." Nancy said.
"True, but I don't have the police connections like you do. I want more and you're my girl." Ashley said.
"All right. I'll see what I can find out." Nancy said. "Where this place at?"
"You're the best, Nancy." Ashley said.
"Just remember that when you start to hand out raises." Nancy joked. Ashley told her the address and Nancy wrote it down. She hung up the phone and jumped in the shower. She dressed and was at the crime scene in thirty minutes.
Nancy pulled up to the apartment complex, flashed her press badge, and was let in. She was one of the few reporters that was allowed leniency because of her background and reputation. "Hey, Jimmy. Who's in charge?" Nancy asked Jim Reeves, a rookie cop that was standing watch.
"Your lesser half." Jim answered, smiling at Nancy.
Nancy smiled back at Jim. She had met him two months ago and immediately liked him. She had even introduced him to one of her best friends, George Fayne, and now they were starting to date. "Better not let Frank hear that." Nancy said "Hear what?" Frank asked, coming out of the apartment complex. "Nothing." Nancy smiled up at him. "How about you wipe that smile off of your face and tell me what you two were talking about." Frank said.
"It really wouldn't interest you. "Nancy said. She changed the subject. "So, you're on a case, huh?"
"Real smooth, Nancy." Frank smiled at her. "Yeah. But what are you doing here? I thought it was your day off."
"Funny, I did too. Ashley called me and offered the story to me, so I took it. What's going on?" She asked.
Frank led her into the apartment complex and in a quiet corner. "Sorry I wasn't home this morning." He said.
"It's okay. I get to see you now." Nancy said and planted a kiss on his lips.
Frank smiled. "So, you have this story?"
"Yep. You want to fill me in on everything?" Nancy asked.
"And we get right to work." Frank teased.
Nancy pulled out her notepad and pen waiting for Frank to begin. He could only laugh at her.
"Young female stabbed once in the abdomen. The stab didn't kill her right away. She bled to death. Fiancee found her early this morning in the living room." Frank explained.
"Forced entry?" Nancy asked.
"Nope. Whoever it was was allowed in by the victim." Frank said.
"How long has she been dead?" Nancy asked.
"About ten hours now." Frank said.
"Murder weapon?" Nancy said, writing down the information.
Frank shook his head. "Killer didn't leave one."
"Anyone see the killer?" she asked.
Again Frank shook his head. "No witnesses at all. We haven't hadanyone who said they might have heard anything, either. The killer also took all of the tapes from the security cameras."
"So, you're basically at a loss." Nancy gave him a sympathetic look. She hated cases that proved to not give them anything to work with.
"Yeah, I guess so." Frank said wearily.
"Do you have an ID on the victim?" She asked.
"We do, but you can't print it until I give you the okay." Frank cautioned. "Her name was Rosie Lopez."
Nancy looked at Frank sharply. "What did you just say?"
"The victim. Her name was Rosie Lopez." He studied Nancy's face which had a shocked expression. "You know that name, don't you?"
Nancy nodded. "I might. You have a picture?"
Frank went into Rosie's apartment and grabbed a picture. He brought it out and handed it to Nancy.
Nancy gasped when she saw the picture.
"You do know her." Frank said slowly.
Nancy nodded numbly. "Yeah. From an old case."
Just then one of the officers came out of Rosie's apartment. "Hey, Hardy. We found a note."
Frank took the evidence bag. "Thanks, Douglas." He read over the note and handed it over to Nancy.
Nancy took the bag and looked at the note. What she saw made her blood run cold.
It was signed "Cupid".
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm sorry that the story looks cramped where there should be spaces between "scenes". But I do not have Word on my computer and that is what is causing this. Again, let me know what you think and I hope that you enjoy!