This was going to be a colourful mystery.
To Spray A Crime Scene
A Demon’s Trap
"The blood belongs to the victim in there.”
Race to Live
“No, you didn’t!” Holly gulped back rising fear and revulsion as she pointed to the edge of the track.
Trinket Trail
Well, that screams premeditated murder.
Ghost of Dura
The sight of the van hit Eric like a mouldy white ghost.
Finger of Suspicion
“A silly person lost their finger,” answered the little boy.
Dead Drop
Shot in the back by a shotgun bearing small pellets.
Cassidy Caught
“She saw a black E-Car knock Cassidy Lemon off her bike."
The Sparrow
Within the penumbra shadow he hides
Victim of Success
'He was choking — gasping for air. Clawing at his burning throat...'
