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When I got to Kevin's house it wasn't what I expected. For one, it didn't look right. And two, there were cop cars spread down the whole street. I ran up to the closest person, I didn't know what was going on. "Um hello, do you know what's happened. I just got here." I said. My voice was shaking. What if something happened to Kevin? "Some guy was murdered. The killer left just as the cops got here. They saw him run off." The man said. I nodded. I thought in my head it couldn't be. It couldn't. The man added. "It's the work on the Chesapeake Ripper, they say. I overheard the cops." I saw that some of the FBI was here. I ran up Jack. He push

"My name is Gretchen James, I used to work for the Federal bureau of Investigations. Um.. FBI you would call it. They told me that they needed me back, but that I needed to see you first?" I said. Dr. Hannibal Lecter stood in his doorway. "Of course, come in." He said and opened the door wider so I could get through. I didn't expect him the way he was. He was different then what you would imagine a psychologist as. He had charm. Something else too, I didn't know what it was. His house was huge, books everywhere. Since I loved reading it was paradise. But I could see as I walked past the books were mostly about the study of the human body, to

The sky blue the pavement wet Sherlock jumped Now's he's dead John cried out To save his friend Moriarty won the war In Sherlock's head On the pavement Sherlock heard His friends heart breaking And the passing bird He could not move He could not feel For if he moved John would never heal