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Richelle was called to the scene quick. Some millionaire was dead in some house in some city, and although only 18, Richelle was the one to go. A law student, Richelle was training to be a private detective like her father.
Arriving at the house was quiet. The body was still there, a lot of scientists and stuff taking DNA and blood tests, shaking their heads and tutting. A woman sighed loudly at the detective sent to find her husband's murderer. Richelle smiled brightly. 'You better be pleased, lady. Nowadays kids do all sorts of rubbish. I'm a good teenager,' she thought darkly. "Detective R. Worthington," she smiled, pleased at her title. The woman looks Richelle up and down.
Richelle walks into a different room, and hears breathing. "Who's there?" she says, hands shaking. This could be a murderer.
Richelle was called to the scene quick. Some millionaire was dead in some house in some city, and although only 18, Richelle was the one to go. A law student, Richelle was training to be a private detective like her father.
Arriving at the house was quiet. The body was still there, a lot of scientists and stuff taking DNA and blood tests, shaking their heads and tutting. A woman sighed loudly at the detective sent to find her husband's murderer. Richelle smiled brightly. 'You better be pleased, lady. Nowadays kids do all sorts of rubbish. I'm a good teenager,' she thought darkly. "Detective R. Worthington," she smiled, pleased at her title. The woman looks Richelle up and down.
Richelle walks into a different room, and hears breathing. "Who's there?" she says, hands shaking. This could be a murderer.
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