Murder at a train station
It’s 5:45am and laying in bed with my wife Samantha Carter, she’s an investigative assistant, we met 5 years ago on a case and been partners ever since. I’ve been tossing and turning all night, I haven’t had a good night sleep in months, there’s a killer on the loose and my team and I are trying to take the killer down. Half a sleep I get a call from the sheriffs department at 6:15am. Carter are you up? Asks sheriff James Walsh, yes James I’m up, as I get out of bed, James tells me there’s a murder scene at a old broken down train station in the woods. I go to the bathroom, wash my face and brush my teeth and get ready for work. It’s 6:30am and I lean over the bed and stroke my wife’s beautiful long straight brunette hair and look into her light brown eye and kiss her gently on the lips. Good morning baby, I have a murder scene I have to get to, sheriff Walsh called and needs me, love you and see you later baby. As I tuck in Samantha back into bed, I grab my keys and head out the door.
