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Part Four



He burnt his lip as he sipped his coffee, distracted and disgusted he threw the local paper in the bin. He didn't need to have it flaunted in his face.


The papers were calling it, the R. M. Murders, for Random Male. The town was beginning to lose it's self in fear. The streets were quiet, the pub was bare, not even the barber opened his doors.


The locals barricaded themselves inside of their homes. Detective Sergeant Floyd, had no leads, no evidence, nothing.


His thoughts were interrupted by the coffee shop door, squeaking open. He looked up, surprised to see someone brave enough to venture out. They glided in, as if sleeping beauty herself had entered, an entourage followed by chirping and attentive sparrows and the butterflies hovering ahead, attracting attention to the peachy innocence that radiated from them.


They caught him staring, mouth open, he smiled and quickly looked away. They had flashed him a provocative smile and sent him racing back to a teenage boy. He glanced over the rim of his cup and looked them up and down. He noticed he was instantly attracted, and wished he could reach the paper he threw in the bin, to hide his interest. Without a word the sisters had seized his attention.

They giggled and whispered, holding their finger a second longer in the mouth of the other as they feed each other the strawberry muffin. They knew who he was and just as a cat teasingly plays with the mouse, the sisters teasingly seduced, Detective Sergeant Floyd.