Murder most foul

As Tess stood there in silent contemplation, her mind began to wander to the news that had been making headlines all week. The disappearance of a young administrative assistant at a nearby office building, was still shrouded in mystery. Tess couldn't help but feel a morbid fascination with the murder case earlier, wondering who could have committed such a heinous crime. Tess wondered if there could possible be a link to the two cases. Tess's thoughts turned to the detectives working on the case, and how they were likely still stumped. She imagined them pouring over evidence, interviewing witnesses, and following leads, but nothing seemed to be panning out. The lack of progress only added to Tess's sense of intrigue - who could have pulled off such a sophisticated crime? And why had they chosen that girl specifically? As she delved deeper into her own thoughts, Tess began to wonder if the killer might still be in the area, watching and waiting for their next victim. As she pondered the case, Tess couldn't help but think about how it was different from any other mystery she'd encountered before. This one felt personal, like a thread that had been pulled loose and would never be fully tied back together. She found herself drawn to it, like a moth to flame, and knew that she would be following the case with great interest in the days to come. And as for who would solve it - well, Tess wasn't sure. Maybe one of the detectives on the force, or perhaps someone entirely unexpected. But she was willing to bet her next paycheck that whoever did crack the case would be doing so under unusual circumstances. Tess's grip on the snowglobe tightened as she turned it gently in her hand, watching as the tiny snowflakes fell and floated. She was struck by the eerie similarity between this fragile, contained world and the one the murdered girl had left behind. Just as the snowflake substation within the globe seemed fragile and ephemeral, so too did the life of any adminstrative assistant- cut short in an instant with no warning or explanation. Tess couldn't help but wonder who could have pulled off such a heinous crime, and why they had chosen that girl specifically. Tess thought about her life, and how the stories it contained could fit neatly into a series of books. "Hmm," Tess thought to herself. "I wonder if this would be best offered as a subscription."

park this fact for now and go do some desk work

Murder most foul