Tag: killer
member name: Brandon S.
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March 12, 2006 09:55 AM EST --
He tuned in on his police band radio and listened as the black and whites zeroed in on Christine and his favorite customers, the twins.
He sighed a few minutes later when the suspects and victim were . . .
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February 05, 2006 10:43 AM EST --
He arrived at his destination around 6:30 in the morning. He took painstaking means to insure that the kidnappings always took place no where near the delivery. That is what had made the five . . .
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February 02, 2006 07:31 PM EST --
The engine screamed as he drove too fast down the two lane country road. The car shimmied and almost flipped as he turned too fast onto the highway onramp. He had one hand on the wheel and . . .
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January 28, 2006 12:01 PM EST --
He inserted the key and popped the trunk of the car.
The interior light illuminated it's contents. Inside Christine Garus was huddled. Dirt had caked her left cheek. Her other whiter, . . .
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February 01, 2006 10:45 PM EST --
The red gas gauge needle stood on E, and threatened to dive over. When he was halfway down the moonlit road he decided to pull over. A service station appeared in the distance. . . .
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February 20, 2006 10:47 AM EST --
The unmarked patrol car hummed down the pier wooden walkway. It made "plunk-plunk-kerplunk" sounds as the boards beneath the car shifted ever so slightly and for a moment detective Madison . . .
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March 15, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
He stood outside, in the December cold shivering. He grabbed his elbows and hugged himself in a pathetic attempt to shake the twenty degree wind chill. He'd left his jacket inside the house . . .
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March 24, 2006 06:09 PM EST --
He entered the particulars of his next delivery directly into his pda. When he had finished his phone conversation, he flipped his cell phone closed, as well as the flimsy blue cover screen on his . . .
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February 27, 2006 08:20 PM EST --
Detective Mark Garrett slung his coat over one of two chairs in the interrogation room. Across from him, sat Johnathon Hinder. He was huddled over the chrome metal interrogation table, . . .
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