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I was alone in

The drive back fro, despite the fact there had been no traffic Excruciating, because I was itching to see inside the bag The bag, I kneas key evidence I also knew that I should hand it over to Detective Sherbet ASAP And I would Eventually

After I had a little looksee

With the kids asleep and the babysitter forty bucks richer, I sat inIt was just a white plastic trash bag with red tie handles The handles were presently tied tight The bag itself was half full, which, on second thought, saidin the bag

I earing latex gloves since I didn&039;t want to ruin perfectly good evidence To date, there had been five bodies located Five bodies drained of blood Sherbet had brought me on board after the fourth Unfortunately, I hadn&039;t been given h praise for ator Ultiators still saw me as a rent-a-cop, someone not to take seriously, a private dick without a dick, as sootten ht up via reports and taped witness statements Sadly, the witnesses hadn&039;t witnessed much, and the four previous bodies had yielded little in the way of clues And what clues the police had, they weren&039;t givingin front of me represented my first - and only - direct evidence to the case

And I wasn&039;t about to just turn it over At least, not yet

So I photographed the bag froes and marks Once done, I carefully used a pair of scissors and clipped open the red plastic ties I parted the bag slowly, and once fully open, I tookthe layout of the ite each before ed

All in all, there were fifteen ite: jeans, tee shirt, socks, shoes, underwear There was jewelry, too, a class ring and a gold necklace The necklace had some dried blood in it There was blood splatter on the tee shirt, too, and the running shoes

But, most important, there was a wallet, complete with a driver&039;s license, credit cards, folded receipts and even a hide-a-key tucked behind the license

"Well, well, well," I said

In a slot behind one of the credit cards was a private investigator&039;s wet dream: his social security number With that, he would have no secrets from me

His name, for starters, was Brian Meeks He was 27 years old and even kind of cute

Butite powerful hits Psychic hits Haunting, disturbing, horrific hits

I saw his life I saw his death

I saw his killer

And when I finally put the ite, I sat back in my chair and pulled my knees up to my chest and buriedtime