March,27,1999, a serial killer is on the loose in New York City, NY. The first victim they killed was 20 year old Tonald Drump, by being strangled to death. Detective Pepperoni was sent to find who made the crime. Tonald was targeted and harassed by many people for using testimonial evidence on people in the court for things they didn't do. Tonald did not help or be nice to any people besides his family, and he had a bad personality trait of being rude, selfish, and lying, so it makes sense why people would want to kill him. Detective Pepperoni found some evidence from Tomald, it wasn't much only carpet fibers and shoeprints leading to a small town in Time Square. 3 days later another victim, 25 year old Anita Pea was killed by being stabbed in the arm twice and bleeding out the Medical Examiner stated. Anita Pea was a very…
Detective Union's morning read had been interrupted by the sweet, fulfilling chimes of, help. She knew it was only a matter of time and she'd been anticipating it. She hadn't been excited about visiting Florida, she was however, eager to work the case. She'd been following this case all the way from Chicago and just last year, she'd been adamant about bringing a person of interest in for questioning. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough evidence to back it.…
“I have come to find the Amethysts Key. Do you know where I can find it?”…
“I’m the maid for Mr. and Mrs. Underhill and… and I didn’t find them in the house when I came in this…
“I met one of the actors. He said I could go with the show. But my ol’ lady wouldn’t let me go”…
"It's possible, at the very least it will be worth checking out." With that he removed a folded piece of paper, that he had apparently located with her locker.…
I started by asking Mr. and Mrs. Smith what they remembered about the night. The mother hesitantly replied saying her son had told her that he heard weird footsteps before he was attacked. She then started to weep from the realization that the footsteps were from the attacker. As her husband tried to comfort his grieving wife, I asked him what was taken from the house. He thought for a moment and then replied, “Nothing, not a God damn thing.”…
- Tom buys Daisy the pearl necklace before their wedding “he gave her a string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars” and Myrtle a dog leash “a small, expensive dog-leash, made of leather and braided silver.”…
“ looking back now I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the past twenty six years.”…
“That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.”…
“Because… unlike everybody else, you never ask me for anything. You even gave me back your engagement ring. Most women would have kept it.”…
“For a long time, I wanted to give you this necklace. See, I wore this on my skin, so when you put it on your skin, then you know my meaning. This is your life’s importance.” (pg. 208)…
“Not the slightest idea. Now if you’ll excuse me, I promised I would visit Ms. Bennett’s work today and see this marvelous magazine she prints.”…
Every person has on object in their life that is very precious to the, for me, it is my pearl necklace. They are small and round and a lustrous cream color with a pink sheen. They have a tiny gold clasp that holds the necklace together. My pearls tell a story than no other personal artifact can: my heritage. The pearls symbolized tradition and womanhood in my family’s life, and they were to be worn with dignity and pride. Every holiday, the girls of the family accessorized their outfits with the pearls given by our grandmother. They were something we all had in common: the thread that linked our generations together. I recall looking down at my Nana’s casket and I could almost hear her voice whispering in my ear, “Never let any one prevent you from being you,” her outlook on life. Taking my last glimpse of Nana, I gently rubbed her casket goodbye and then rubbed my pearls. Instead of clinging to my mother that day, I clenched to my pearls.…
“Hello, sorry bother you but may you please check if this item is in stock?” the man said in a sweet voice, which forced you to find the face to match such a celestial sound. “it’s a cook book, I mean it pretty old but I figured you may have it.”…