WARNING … Language May Be Offensive “Cut the Crap, Scumbag”.

“Start talking”, Detective Probst shouted.

“Tell us where she is”.

“Resting blissfully,” Boris smirked at him.

“Trash your little poetic words dirtbag”.

“What kind of deal can I get?” Boris smirked.

“No deal”.

“We have the evidence”.

“Spit it out, your dead anyway”.

“By a grassy meadow with a tree that stands no more.”

“Poetic shit again,” Probst brusquely.

“Go”.

“She’s there”.

The squad headed to the park where he’d been arrested.

A tree stump marked her burial grave.

“It never gets easy,” Detective Probst said, his voice cracking.

Six years old, kidnapped, mutilated and buried.

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Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

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