Murder Mystery Novel

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Monday, the one thing even Folgers can’t make better. Things always seem to be hectic on Mondays, the precinct is busy, and the weirdest cases come through for Detective Magaidh. Reflecting upon herself in the mirror this 21 year old female grunts. When did I get old? Is that a wrinkle? Should I even bother with my makeup and hair? She ponders while examining her face in the mirror. You’ve been old Bronte, no that’s not a wrinkle that’s you’re "hung over look", well do you want to scare little children? She chuckles at herself for answering her own questions. “You’ve completely lost it." The rich heavenly aroma of her Folgers coffee pulled her out of her trance in the bathroom mirror. She put on her slippers and walked to her small apartment kitchen. Her apartment wasn’t to die for, but she made due on a detectives salary. She grabbed her favorite mug out of the upper cabinets. She poured the hot, steamy, liquid into the black gun handle mug and took a sip. Perfect. Black coffee, no milk, no sugar. She went to the bedroom and put on her standard dark denim jeans, dingy, ruffed up squ...

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