Fiction Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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a Zlin, McFarland stared at the envelope on her desk, her mouth filled with cotton. Her gut turned to ice. She knew what the 12 by nine inch package contained knew it was a cry for help from a sick mind. Regardless, at this point, the culprit could look somewhere else for compassion that, well had run dry. Her hands shook. She reached for her mug. When, with the deaths end the taunts, she choked on the gulp. Better coffee. Why did the Union Falls Police station have brew that tasted like burnt tyres? She redirected her attention to the Manila envelope with the all too familiar computer printed label on the front. The interval between deliveries grew shorter before the next arrival, and they always coincided with a woman's murder. The bulge at one end told Lin it contained more photos, her heartbeat like the pounding of a race, horses, hooves And she pressed a trembling hand to her chest. The bold letters of her name shouted at her, mocking her for being helpless to stop him. Some detective she proved to be, she pulled open the bottom desk drawer and withdrew a pair of latex gloves. The snap of the rubber as she pulled them over. Her hands echoed in the small office. Her partner glanced up from his desk. Lynn cracked the corner of her mouth, a frown Marge, Steve's handsome, all of complexion. Then grabbing the letter opener next to her desk blotter, she shook her head. Her hand continued to shake like someone with palsy as she ripped the thin metal blade under the envelope slip, turning the envelope upside down, she dumped out the contents. Photographs landed face down. She graphs to pencil from the tip mug beside her and gently tipped the pictures over with a sharpened tip. The 1st 1 was similar to the other street received in the past. A woman in a red evening gown posed elaborately on a bed of thick moss, wide eyes staring into the camera. Moonlight flitted through tree branches, streaking her with silver light Linds Gays cut to the next picture