"This just in, famous writer Laye Seamore has just been found dead. The only hint to the culprit was a single rose petal." The news lady lectured.
Raine frowned. "Who would want to kill a writer?"
"Maybe she was going to write about something that wasn't supposed to get out," I suggested.
"You watch way too many movies," Raine teased me.
"You got a better idea?" I asked her.
"No, but that is such a horrible thing to do. It's obviously a serial killer. A rose pedal sounds like someone who wants to leave their mark so people know its them," Raine concluded.
I didn't know what to think, people were dying everyday. WAs I supposed to feel sorry for everyone of them? I certainly didn't want to waste my energy on something like that. I had more important things to worry about- like where was Raine and I supposed to crash tonight beings we weren't going to be able to go home?
