The morning brought a blood-red sunrise that blazed across the sky as if the heavens themselves were on fire, and a multitude of colours filled the canvas of the early morning sky. Samantha McCall rose and started her usual morning ritual; get up, make coffee, hit the shower, get dressed, and have breakfast. As she sat and chewed her usual bowlful of sugary cereal, McCall scanned the TV news for what the media were giving away on this case. Luckily, they had nothing, just some babble about a serial killer. Fine, she thought: the less these vultures knew, the better, for the moment at least. Too many times, the press had messed up a case because they were too eager to put out information. McCall finished dressing and headed for work.
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