Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

"Mrs. Neal!" I call, hopping she would hear me over the chaos.
"Yes, Mr.sammenet?"
"I was wondering if there were any connections between the homicides?"
"we are not sure yet"
But there is.... I'm the murderer.... I thought.
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It was late august, 12:00 am. A journalist was walking home, when he spotted a thief attempting to steal a car.
"Excuse me sir?" The journalist said. The thief pulled out a knife. The journalist turned to leave but the thief jumped and attacked. The knife was sticking out the back of his head, blood was everywhere. The thief took the dead mans clothes, and switched it with his own. How do I know this? Because I was that thief, and this is just the beginning of my story.