January 12 2011<br/><br/>The started like every other day for Kenny. Get breakfast, sit down at the kitchen table , and wait for his siblings to stir from bed, or yell at him in Leahâ€™s case. However, today he would be 19. Which would most likely be the same as every other birthday for him. A cake, presents, a song that wished would just disappear, and all his friends. But what he couldnâ€™t have guessed was that he was going to be murdered at 8:30 PM. In his parents bedroom. Everyone was going to be at his party. Had he known how many people truly disliked him, he may have prevented his own murder. But no Kenny had no idea about how many people hated him. In fact , he rather thought they all liked him. The day wised by like any normal day. The maids cleaning, and preparing the house. One maid imparticular had caught his interest since he was a kid. Naomi was her name. He watched her with lust full eyes. His last attempt at trying to get her in bed had failed miserably.<br/><br/>Hours later at about 8:30 PM he was in his mothers room. When his death happened. A single bullet through his head, and many knife marks across his arm, and his shirt was ripped home. Shall we say the scene itself was gruesome. Blood everywhere, not a single spot in the room was without a blood stain. There was one other person in the room. There had to be. For those wounds, and the bullet in the back of the head could not have been done by him. There had to be another person. But who could be? Everyone at the party seemed to have a good alibi. Or at least an alibi that would seem believable. This makes it so that it could have been anyone in that houseâ€¦.Anyone at all that was at that party. With drugs involved could of even been a drug deal gone bad. But no one knows. Except for the person that did it.<br/><br/>January 19, 2011<br/><br/>Mandy found herself down at the police station. Her blue chevy blazer truck parked in the visitor parking spot. The police has asked her to come down to the station. She willingly agreed to show up. Which of course the cops themselves were happy about. But she had an appointment with detective Rizzole of whom had asked her over the phone to show up to the station. He was taking up the case simply because the cops had absolutely no evidence of who could have done it. Plus the suspect has yet to admit that they had done. Which was not a surprise. But what really urked the cops was that the bullet was taken, and the knife. Leaving behind really absolutely no evidence. The knife wounds had seemed to be cut into Kenny after he was shot. Which was smart. Making the police think that the killer had killed before this, or was just really sly. If that was the case than there was no way the killer would reveal himself.<br/><br/>Mandy stepped out of the vehicle. Her height a5â€™4 ft. Making the pink tub top that showed just a bit of cleavage beautiful on her, her brown mini shorts showing the round ass that she had ,seeming to make her long legs, and beautiful form unforgettable. Or at least thatâ€™s what her past boyfriends had told her. Her bright blue eyes blinking twice from the sunlight that hit her directly. She ran a hand through her long, wavy brown hair in a simple movement. Then she sucked in a breath. She had stopped to get coffee which was in her hand. Steam seeming to rise from it. Of course the weather in California never got cold. At last she began to make her way towards the huge red brick building , that had white cement side walks leading up to itâ€™s front door, and pretty assorted flowers decorating the path in the grass.<br/><br/>At last she made it to the front door. Which was a dark brown, and a tiny circular glass window. That allowed the cop that was on desk duty to see who was at the door. Her creamy white hands touching the black handle on the door, and opened it. The door itâ€™s self made a nice creaking noise. The cop looked at her with a "Iâ€™m appreciating what Iâ€™m seeing" kind of look. She winked at the cop, and allowed the door to smack back into place. She moved her body towards the cop at the desk. "May I help you?" He asked arching a eyebrow, and most likely wondering what was going on.<br/><br/>"Yes I need to see detective Rizzole? Where may I find him?" She asked the officer sweetly.<br/><br/>"Down the hall , and the first door to your right when u reach the bend that goes left. May I say that he tends to get a lot of hot looking chicks visiting him. I wonder what he does with them after work." The man laughed at that joke and winked at her. "Cause babe I would love to spend the night with you."<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes and made her way down the hallway. The plain white walls, were decorated with awards for officers that had done some great deed in their time as a cop. She sighed as she finally reached the bend, and noticed the door on the right had a sign that said "Rizzoleâ€™s office. KNOCK FIRST." She giggled at that and knocked on the door awaiting his response.<br/><br/>Meanwhile<br/><br/>Kevin awoke on the couch at what use to be Kennyâ€™s place. Now he has to refer to it as Leahâ€™s place. Which he was kinda happy that the guy was gone. However , he was so fucked up at the party that he could hardly distinguish if he was the one that killed him, or not. But if he did he sure as hell wouldnâ€™t tell anyone. Mandy had asked him to stay at the house in case the murder was inside the house, and would try to kill again. He yawned getting out of what use to be Kennyâ€™s bed. It felt odd being inside his room without him there. He shrugged , and made his way out side the room, with only red boxers on. So he was practically naked. Though he didnâ€™t really care. That was when he knocked into someone. "Iâ€™m sorry." He muttered. His groggy dark blue eyes unable to tell who it was because of how tired he was.<br/><br/>_