-A dangerous crime-

The day I got this letter was the day that I going to find out who the murderers where and why had the sent me this letter? Where the scared that I would find out that it was them? I was determined and ready to find the answers to these questions.

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That night walking around with a flash light in the crime scene where my brother’s murder had tragically happened. I walked around in that deserted dented pile of smashed car parts with the smell of burnt car tires. Suddenly a burst of light bounced of the car and straight into my eyes
“ouch, did that ever burn" I screeched
“hey who's out there" someone yapped
"I thought that I told you to stay away from here and stay out of this case"
"Well sorry but that was my brother and I think that I do have something to do with all of this"
“well whatever" he furiously yelled across the crime scene.
“I’m not leaving g! And this is my final answer there’s nothing you can do about it" I argued
What I didn't know is that this guy was doing was slowly walking toward me furiously with a bad temper what was he going to do?
"You really think that there's nothing I can do about it now?"
As he said this he was holding a hand gun harshly against the side of my head. Which really hurt by the way? I quickly took a glimpse of his face I knew exactly what he looked like know if I could only get away and tell someone.
"Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"
"I want you out of here you should have nothing to do with this"
"Why do you want me out of this?"
"Because I was the murderer and if the word gets out of you bad things will happen to you just like they did to your brother"
"I...I won't tell anyone just let me go and no one will ever hear of this"
"Ok but if it does you know what’s going to happen"
After that he sprinted towards the forest and then into the darkness I watched as he slowly disappeared.
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Soon after I got away I ran as fast as I could to get to my red hondi I knew that if I called the police it would not be safe because you never know who could be listening. After that I drove as fast as I could sometimes even speeding through the lights. I pulled into the police station, parked, jumped out of the car and dashed to the door. ****
Inside I tried to convince them that I knew who did the murder but they didn’t listen all the did was say that they would try to find the culprit I stood there wondering why they didn’t listen to me well whatever because if they weren’t then I was .
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Later at home I lie in bed listening to the annoying snore of my husband. I stared at the roof wondering if the murderer would ever find out that I tried to tell the police about him and spill my guts out. Well if the police didn’t even hear me out then the word won’t get out. Yes ok I can accually get some sleep now hope fully now that I know that nothing can happen to me.
But what I didn’t know is that that dude at the crime sceen had atachet a tracking device and that he had followed me everywhere I had went! I was wrong , big time.
I woke up to a crash down stairs probly steve again getting a mid-night snack I hope. I reached across the bed and felt for steve.. “hey honey” I whispered
“ya babe” steve said
Oh my gosh if steve was here then who was down stairs?

“hon , I gotta get down stairs something or someone is down there.”
I have got to find what that sound was or I’m never going to fall asleep.
As I walk down stairs my heart pounds a thousand times harder then usual my mind was clogged with words and random thoughts that i really didn't even know why was in there.
"hello... is anybody there?"
I walked causiously towards the livingroom when i heard my cat timmey run past the livingroom and up the stairs. i sighed in releif that that it wasn't anybody! thats what i thought butthen a deep voice came frome behind me!
"i thought i warned you not to spill the word. i told you once but now your gonna have to go and be with your brother!!" ............ not done