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Then the girls who wanted to stay awake, just because their mother wasn't there.
Even if he thought it was a good time to go to sleep.
Even if I begged... - Please, ten more minutes...
When, at that hour, when the girls asked...
- You don't want your mom to dump me, right? - He questioned.
- No... - They shouted together.
- So, let's do whatever Mom wants.
- Right. – The girls said.
- Okay, if you want me to come back then we can play later when I get back.
- Now, we're going to brush our teeth, put on our pyjamas, lie on the bed and I'll tell you a story. - Brittany said.
The girls squealed in agreement at that time as they jumped out of there then ran towards the bathroom.
- Forbidden to run. - Brittany said from the hallway, walking towards them, following her.
- All right... - They shouted from the bathroom.
- Don't yell from the bathroom. - Your nanny warned you.
Since that was how the invader arrived, as such, when he left the house.
At that time, when they ran towards their beds, the girl, sat between them, as she started to tell a bedtime story, she had taken a book from the shelf.
At the end of the tales, they lived happily ever after.
When the owner of the house called to find out how it was, what night it was, Brittany was sleeping, after a few calls, she woke up, to finally, finally answer the call.
- What there was? - The voice on the other side of the phone questioned.
- I slept. - She said, turning off the television in front of her with the control.
Even if the criminal and murderer had an intention, a plan, he left the house, came back later, walking around the house, confirmed that the children were sleeping, they had no reason to check that the house was in order, even when right in the middle of it, he crossed the room to check on the girls, slowly opening the room, stepping out into the hall.
It was then, when she called her mom, which she noticed was the time, ten o'clock, Brittany called her mom, call her mom before she goes to bed to make sure everything is okay, that the criminal surprised her. , then overpowered her, took her out into the hall, slit her neck, slit her throat, and then, with the knife, took her to the master suite.
So, when the Johnson couple was returning from their parties, when they saw that the lights were off, it was a special day, they were suspicious and hesitant, when they entered the house, and noticed the blood trail, which left the hallway, came running back.
Then they called the police, who did not take long to arrive.
- Honey, what is this? - She questioned him, seeing the entrance, it was a trace...
- It's blood... - Her husband said, pushing her, barely touching the kitchen sink.
- Stay here, run to the neighbors, call the cops. - He pushed her from the doorway.
- I'll go in. – He pushed her, but what he found was just his babysitter, murdered.
When a few minutes later, when the police arrived and they went to inspect the house, they took the girls who were sleeping when the residence became a crime scene, with their flashlights, they thought that the children were sleeping during the incident, and they had not yet been there. they saw nobody inside the house, the nanny, he was inside too, said Mr. Johnson, where that trail of blood from someone being dragged started in the kitchen, leading up to the master suite.
Then, said a police officer, who found someone, the rescue checked vital signs.
- She is dead. - Said the ransom.
So, getting there, when the colonel, Winter, seeing the viciousness of the particular attack, he saw that it was among the worst he investigated among the wolf community...
Apparently, when the experts arrived collecting evidence and evidence, in which they inspected the place, in which whoever it was, the killer was crazy, transformed by the full moon...
- Isn't there a roadblock between the pillars that prevents someone from going crazy? - one of them questioned.
- A moonstone crystal, there are crumbs everywhere... - Said one of them.
- I say it's a drugged werewolf. - Another said.
Both the attack in question, in which it was sudden, he had no way to defend himself, he attacked her with his claws, slitting her throat, there are bite marks on her body, part of her face was mutilated, he covered her afterwards, he was sodomized and parts of it were bitten, and she tried to reach the phone.
Even if it was due to the fact that she was on the ground, but he stopped her, taking off her shirt, he climbed on top of her, delivering several blows of his claws to her chest and belly, he pierced and tore her with his claws, in which around where there are several pieces of nails and hair there, with 18 perforations, bites and mutilations, that was much more than a desire to kill someone.
Even though he still dragged her by her ankles, placing her on the bed, where he raped her, when they then saw that they had it in her face, someone had thrown a towel at it, a sometimes-practical gesture to stop Brittany's blood. drain into your body.
As far as the killer, in which he was careful not to leave any clues outside the home, investigators found a key clue, bike trails, as well as footprints east of the public entrance in the Johnssons' backyard, looking for an opportunity.
When the police, an hour later, the Hastur Beach police, when they arrived at her parents' house to report the terrible news, when the youngest was in the living room hearing a terrible wail, a scream, when the girl left the room, what was it like? at that moment, her mother saw her, then, at that moment, when he shook her by the shoulders, that's when Brittany died.
- Since I knew what death was, I knew he wouldn't come back, I didn't understand right, considering that at that time, when it was happening, I can't imagine with her mother, he went through all that, he couldn't stand it.
Between the inspection of that place, it was when, they began to observe the place, in which the policeman who felt the obligation to do justice, had no suspicion of who the murderer was, even if that typical crime of violence, was not committed by the 3rd.
Being that at that time, when there were a lot of nervous and apprehensive people in that place, they didn't need external motivation, among the pressure of everyone, in which they went to interrogate, following after practically, two weeks passed without any concrete clue, then, without any clue.
When the police approached a possible suspect, it was as if the case was cooling down, they called the investigators and Tsuki Miki himself, who got involved as a consultant and detective, he was on Randolfi's trail, he was sure it was him.