As the lights flicker, he stares down at the latest case. Eight couples, murdered on Valentine's Day. The rest random, but two things links them together. Couples and two things at a crime scene. A couple and a two of spades. Another couple with two lamps on. The latest, a couple with two slashes into the foreheads. What kind of sick person could do this? Bartender! Another drink. The bartender starts to pour, but a man stops him and looks at me Don't stop my drinks.
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