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robe that was at the edge of my bed, and ran to my window. I opened my red satin curtains and witnessed the commotion of nearly the entire block screaming in agony.
    I hurried to my front door to join the crowd as more ambulances arrived. Christian waved at me while smoking a cigarette and I ran over to him.
    “What is going on?” I asked.
    “Another murder.”
    “Oh my gosh!” I screamed, afraid that someone was murdered so close to my home and even closer to my window. “Mrs. Carol was murdered?”
    “Yup, the poor old woman,” he said. “I hate to say it, but she didn't have many years left. And she wasn't the nicest lady on the block either. She always used to call my dad about me walking through her grass. It was like 'what the hell?' We have no sidewalks!”
    “Yeah, I hated her too. She used to call my mother saying I was sneaking boys into my window,” I added. “It's just scary because it seems so random.”
    The police came and pushed everyone back from the crime scene. They tried as hard as they could to get everyone back into their homes. As everyone began to huddle up and swap story ideas on what could have happened to poor old Mrs. Carol, I listened in.
    The biggest rumor was that it had to be someone from the bar, that was just a few homes down. But all the men from the bar insisted the same crew was there and no one was a suspicion. Also, the murder happened in the daytime and her grandson found her the next morning.
    My biggest concern was making sure all my doors and windows were locked. Maybe now everyone would learn the benefit of using the lock on the door. We did not live in Beverly Hills and even people were murdered there.
    “They both died the same way,” Christian said as he walked me home, which was just across the street.
    “Who?”
    “Mrs. Carol and that old pervert dude. Well, police think they did, considering the gun shot to the head and how their bodies were left at the scene with very minimum blood. Also, they have the same bruises on their arms and lips!”
    “Maybe it was some weird game?”
    “That old pervert dude deserved it though.”
    “You knew him too?” I said as I unlocked my front door. “I hated that man.”
    “Yeah. This lady used to work at the Clarke Car Shop and he would always bring his car in to take her photo. He was disgusting.”
    I held the door open for Christian to come inside. “Don't worry, I don't bite,” I smirked and my eye twitched from excitement.
    Christian walked inside with hesitation. “Um...”
    “What?” I snapped.
    “Nothing...”
    I sighed and went to my kitchen to mix some tea. “I cannot believe I was sleeping through all the commotion,” I yawned. “I have no idea why I’ve been so sleepy.”
    Christian walked around the living room and picked up photos that sat around the room. He occasionally laughed at some photos. “You're a redhead?”
    “And?” I snapped. “Put those embarrassing photos away.”
    Christian handed me a photo of me and Lola. “Who is this?”
    “My baby sister. My mother did not know she could still have babies after she hooked up with some hockey player three years ago. She was so embarrassed that she wanted me to claim Lola was mine.”
    “So, did you?”
    “No way. That was just bad on both ends.” I sat next to Christian and drank some green tea. “I'm really freaked out about these murders. I’m not sure if I should tell my mother. She'll probably hear about it in the morning.”
    “So, where is she?”
    “She's in NYC about to be on some TV show.”
    “Well, New York would not talk about this small town unless various people were killed.”
    “Well, let's not doubt it.” I opened my laptop and searched for Mama's email. When I found it, I read it again. “Read this email.”
    Leanna, Lola misses you. I somewhat miss you too LOL. Isn't that weird when mother's use LOL. Anyway, we made it to New York and I met the art director. You know Benny, your uncle? Well, he lives here and