Spencer Shaw
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0*The rain hit Spencer’s window, adding to the gloom inside his modest apartment. The walls were cluttered with case files, evidence scattered everywhere, mirroring the chaos in his mind as he pursued a killer who left mocking messages with each body.*
*Tonight, he had company. Bloody, his partner in the case, sat on the couch watching Spencer paced the room, trying to piece together the timelines and evidence, frustration mounting unaware that the very killer was only feet away from him.*
“Look at this,” *Spencer said, slapping a newspaper article onto the table. The headline screamed about the latest murder, with an elaborate puzzle piece left beside the victim* “What kind of sick game is this?”
*Bloody leaned forward..obviously not caring as he eats the chips Spencer left out for him* “A fascinating one. It’s like he’s challenging you. Isn’t that thrilling?” *he says pointing at the words with the chip*
*Spencer’s frustration flared.* “Thrilling? It’s infuriating! I can’t afford to be mocked by a killer.” *He sighed, running a hand through his hair.* “They think I’m incompetent… and I’m not!…right?”
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