Intro
Sean Wolfe was assassinated on Friday the 13th of November in Paris, France. He was sitting alone in his apartment drinking coffee, or so the report goes, at 1 in the morning when gunshots came flying in and hit him 4 times in the back. The bell man ran upstairs to see what it was and found Sean dead on the ground, his coffee spilled on the rug.
The police told Sean’s family that they tried, but everyone knows they didn’t. They never really do.
I had been expecting an upset relative to come into my room one of these days, so I wasn’t surprised when an old woman burst through the doors demanding that she see me.
She had obviously been at the crime scene just moments ago, for her hands were covered in blood, which I assumed was the victim’s.
She was arrogant ...
