Always Take a Banana to a Party

Brooke held a ballpoint pen in her hand as she graded the papers from her history class. She was exhausted after a long day, but she had to get everything done before she went to bed or her day tomorrow would be way too hectic. She raised a coffee cup to her lips that read “World’s Greatest Teacher”. She had received several of these over her years as a teacher, but she only kept a few. She wished parents could be a bit more creative in their gifts for teachers. Pens would be nice… a teacher could never have too many pens. She sighed as she reviewed Bobby McConnell’s test. There were so many red marks on it that it was hard to even see the original writing. She felt bad for the kid. His mom was a single mother working two jobs just to try and keep a roof over their heads. The poor boy came to school in

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No Trace

The detective was absolutely perplexed. “All the crime scenes look the same,” he commented to his partner. “How is he doing it?” The body was displayed exactly the same was as the other four victims. The victim looked almost identical to the other four (brunette, brown eyes, around 30 years old, female, approximately 130 pounds, around 5’4” tall, etc.). They all had the same occupations (waitresses). They lived in one-bedroom apartments within 10 miles of each other. But that wasn’t all, there were absolutely no fingerprints anywhere to be found; not even fingerprints of the victims. The shell casing from the bullet used to kill them was placed in virtually the same spot at each crime scene. There were no signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. No trace DNA evidence on or near any of the victims. No blood found except on the victims themselves. “Whoever this is, he is really good,” his partner replied. The problem

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