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Jul-18-2007 17:35
Now, i love to type stories, and when I read something I decieded to write a story based on sleuth, I copy and paste the story on this post each time I have alot done on it;
Sleuth
You might know me from some other cases I’ve done, The Great Hopkins Murder or The Case of the Scrambled Message, 2 of my most my famous cases. Anyway, my name is 48484848, or 48 for short. And this is my story of my friends and me in the most difficult case ever. I still haven’t worked on a name.
“Oh, darn!” I said backing out of my desk, I had bumped my knee when getting to my papers on a drawer, it’s not that I’m always mad when I get hurt, it’s just that I was cranky, I went to sleep to late and woke up to early. “Ok, ok, clam down now I need to look at these papers.” I told myself breathing in and out. “Hu, that’s weird, Amelia said that the suspect had an air tight alibi.” Amelia was my boss, here. I worked in 2 different places, here at the district offices, and in an agency called JTO. “Better go talk to her.” And I left my office. “Hi, 48 how’s progress?” said Amelia has I walked into her office. “Jack Herman as a fake alibi, not an air tight one!” I said trying to keep my cool. “No, he has an air tight alibi like I had said.” “What are you doing to me?! Trying to steer me in the wrong direction again!” I blew it. “Look, if you’re referring to that case, put it behind you ok?” “That’s not your job, to put me in a different direction so that you can solve the case yourself.” I left Amelia in her office before she could answer. I just knew I blew it, but she didn’t take to hard like usual, was she hiding something?
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