The harsh crack of the door opening
perfectly suited the deathly squint that she was pulling. And after what seemed like hours surveying
the scene, a ferocious rumble from beneath her gut broke the silence. Echoing
across the room, it toppled the confidence of her colleagues as they shuffled
quickly out of sight.
They were all too familiar with what would
happen if they got between her and the investigation. The emotional wounds they
bore from the mouthful they were given last time canvassed their sheepish
faces. It stuck out more than any deep cutting scare could.
A thick and vast pink ooze caked the inside
wall to her left, its explosive and heavy pattern proved that this was a crime
of passion. It was clear that things had played out quickly. With one heavy
strike, the criminal had been in and out. But in their apparent overzealousness
to remove the victim, they had left plenty remnants behind for her to
work with. It caused the air to stink of the suspect…or was that something
else? Only now did it begin to seem so familiar to her.
Dragging her finger slowly through what was
left of the victim, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. She could
practically taste it in the back of her mouth already.
“Strawberry”, she thought to herself as she
licked her index clean. This was beginning to feel personal. “Everyone knows
how much I like strawberry yogurt”.
And with her thoughts concluded and her
mission cemented in the back of her mind, she withdrew from the fridge and
offered a word of advice to anyone stupid enough to still be in her vicinity.
“No matter how long it takes”, she swore out
loud. “I’ll find whoever kidnapped my lunch, and bring them to justice”.
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