Bloody Sunrise

Epilogue

"The other guys said that it's pretty bad."

"Oh yeah? How bad?" Ed didn't sound convinced.

Harry shivered. "You wait, man. It sounded creepy."

Ed snorted. "All right then, you big chicken."

They drove in silence until they saw red and blue flashing in the distance. "Over there."

"I know, Harry. I can see them too," sniggered Ed. "Long lane. No wonder the reports came in so late."

Harry gulped. "Too late."

Ed pulled the sleek police car over and killed the engine. The partners got out and began walking to the house. An old, stern man greeted them. "Morning officers, sorry to get you in so late. It was an emergency, but it looks like there's nothing we could do now."

Ed nodded. "What's the report, Sarge?"

"Looks like a girl went nuts and had a killing spree before committing suicide. A bunch of people got a text message from one of the deceased early this morning, but it must have been too late, even then. It's pretty bad in there..."

Harry gulped, but Ed wouldn't let himself down so quickly. "Let's move, then."

They ducked under some police tape and went to the front door. As they passed, Ed noticed that there was a motor bike parked out front.

The Sergeant slid the front door open for them and they stepped through, cameras flashing everywhere. The Sergeant came through and directed the men down the hall. "In the dining room. Brace yourselves..."

He opened the door and let them through. Ed swaggered in after a shivering Harry, then faltered with horror.

The scene was messy. Across the table, a man with a slit throat was holding hands with a woman who didn't apear to have anything wrong with her, but was also dead. They progressed around the table to see the faces of an old couple sitting opposite the young one, though these people had bruised bodies. Ed's eyes fell upon the most horrific scene of all.

At the head of the table, a young woman with curly auburn hair was hung by a noose tied to the cieling. She was rocking slowly from side to side, and seemed to be gesturing at the message written on the table: For Trissy.

Harry was stricken speechless. Ed looked from the slit forearms of the girl to the message. "It's-it's in blood, isn't it?"

The Sergeant nodded. "The full reports and tests haven't come through yet, but I think we can only assume that the killer is this one." He gestured at the sorrowful girl. "Slit throat, poisoned, broken neck, simply bashed around a room, and hung."

Harry finally managed to speak, though he had to withhold from puking.

"Can we go home yet?"

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The man with excited blond hair and a large backpack strolled down the dusty lane, bathed in the sunrise. He was whistling, content that his art project had gone to plan, and carrying a box of evidence to bury somewhere along the road, so the police would never know of him being at the Sunrise B&B.

He was happy.

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