A Journal of Writings - SABES

THE NIGHT OF THE LOUD BANG E-MAN
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In a dark alley on the corner of Summer and Cross Streets, two best friends walk nervously.
The two young ladies are terrified because a murder had taken place in the same dark alley
just several hours before. The murderer was still on the loose. People reported that the
suspect may still be lurking around looking for female victims.
As the young ladies hearts pound rapidly, they see a dark shadow up ahead. They try to
run, but as they run, they see the shadow of a hand with a 45 caliber Smith and Wesson
pistol. They scream for their lives, but the murderer quickly silences them with the threat
of the gun.
Night becomes day, and at about 6:00am the corpses were discovered. Detective Madison
arrives first on the scene. Standing at six feet, one of the tallest, corrupted cops was
wearing a shield in the city. He was irritated because today was his birthday. “Being 56
and working a murder investigation, puts a lot of stress on person,” said Madison to a
uniformed cop. A cool breeze filled the air giving the detective goose bumps, staring at the
lifeless eyes of the two college girls. This gave Madison a eerie feeling, for he was
imaging that they were his daughters. He quickly snapped out the dream state.
The detective noticed the girls received blunt traumas to the forehead indicating that the
teens were pistol whipped before being shot. Fingerprints around the neck stated that they
were strangled after they were deceased.
Two hours passed, and Madison had all the notes and evidence he needed.
“MADISON!” the chief called. What do you have so far? We have two college girls who
were beaten, shot and strangled. It seems like the same killer who brutally killed the
others. These guys never change their routine. I know how to catch him. “How?” asked
the chief. Watch and Learn, replied Madison.
The day of the sting called The Night of the Loud Bang, a 6 foot tall woman walked
stumbling down the alley of Summer and Cross Streets in her high heeled shoes and
muscular frame popping out of her floral dress. She lit a cigarette, jammed her lungs with
smoke, then exhaled and slipped the lighter back into her purse.
After walking the alley up and down several times that night, the officers could not catch
the assassin. Madison said, “This ain’t over. This is just the beginning of the murderer’s
end. We might not have solved the crime tonight, but the law will prevail in the long run.”
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