Whoever first said that 'dead
men tell no tales' never actually saw
the dead. Or they never tried to read them in the least because for Drake
the image's of the victims in his latest case practically wailed at him. Even
when he wasn't looking at said pictures or at detailed descriptions of the
crime scene as he was now. At first glance even Drake could see someone
mistaking the orange tinted black text from the device he held in his hand as
orderly news for the controlled masses. Who knew that such graphically horrific
nightmares were belayed beneath the surface? Well, he did. Damn, did he ever.
His thoughts numbed as his notes for the Trenson case scrawled further down on
a translucent screen belonging to a small black cylinder device or the PriSn as
the manufacturer deemed to call it. The details of the crime... having the
other cases he knew these plain words failed to grasp the true horror of the
murder. And that said a lot.
Uh-Uh? Good or not? I like it at any rate. I will probably tweak it one more time, I got something floating around in my head that it needs, but as of yet my muse has not seen fit to grace me with knowing it. Anyway, that's all I got for now.
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