woke up at moms house around noon heard breakfast cooking and television on the news head towards the kitchen eggs and fried pork graffiti writer killed heard words dropped fork whoever killed the kid had a score to settle broke his face cops found him in a bloody puddle stole all his clothes left him in the street lying dead next to his own half finished piece no known suspects but i can guess starting with the gas mask he died with around his neck so violent i remain silent and hide the stencil i was working on underneath my desk drama if my momma find it i m reminded of the cats i had a fight with last week hit some licks but ain t seen em since man i hope they ain t think that kid in the mask was me shit the silence in the room starts to taunt me so i dip into the basement start some laundry a kid might ve got killed because of me the possibility of this being my fault haunts me need to know more about the crime so i ask my drone to compile all the information online in thirty secs got it all indexed a two page report slowly prints to my desk a good start but needs more focus a strong cross reference might get me much closer drill down to the known sex offenders living three miles out from the spot of the murder the search only came back with ten names but five of those got eliminate quick because of age one female crossed her out about to see what these other four talking about
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