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10:30 A.M. Malibu, California


Sheriff Harrison's POV

In all my 30 years of working in law enforcement, NEVER have I seen such a bizarre case. When I went into the house and saw the poor girl's body, I knew something was up. This was no ordinary crime scene. I walked over to the girl, and the word "Soul" had been carved into her chest. This may be related to a series of murders I have heard about. My workmate has told me about similar cases, but it was much weirder in person.

"So, what's the girl's name?" I asked, holding a pen and note pad.

"Caitlyn Geller."

I wrote it down and thought that I should notify all of Caitlyn's friends and family. On their refrigerator they had a list of contacts and I called the highlighted one: Mitchie Torres.

I went over to the family phone with a small feeling of emotional pain. I had done this plenty times before, but each time it gets to me. Especially with someone so young.

After I dialed the number, a young girl soon picked up.

"Hello?" The girl asked. I felt so bad for the unexpecting girl.

"Hello, Miss Torres?"

"Yeah?" She said with uncertainty.

"Hey, it's Sheriff Harrison. I'm sorry to break it to you, but your friend Caitlyn was murdered last night, I think you should come over to her house and check it out," This was the worst part of my job; people's responses.

"..."

"I'm so sorry for your loss..."

"Okay, when should go?" Her voice was shaking, she was obviously trying to fight back tears.

"Noon."

"Okay, I'll be over then..."


Yeah, I know, short. All my stories for anything are like this, too many changes in scenes. I'll try to write longer chapters. =)

Much apreciated,

~Veronica