It wasn’t like this was an easy story to understand. It was made up of bits and pieces. There was the beginning. And a soggy middle. And of course, as with anything, the end. She didn’t yet know what it would be. As with the course of life, things went wrong occasionally. Maybe she’d made some bad choices. But maybe she’d made the only choice. It didn’t matter, it was done. * * * It was becoming a recurring theme. This time the body was in the kitchen with the familiar expanse of polished marble, elegant cabinetry, stainless steel appliances and a tiled floor currently splattered with various unattractive bits of human remains. The victim was probably attractive without the hole in his head and blood everywhere, but it was very hard to tell with crimson rivulets obscuring his features. “I killed him.” Ellie eyed the pale, set face of the young woman before her and took a moment. “Okay … tell us what happened.” “I can’t talk right here.” She indicated the body with a slightly unsteady hand.
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