...they could not sweep one more body under the rug.
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Catacumbs on the Hill
The formerly distinguished hotel upon the tallest hill had been expropriated and turned into the private debased catacumb of the government-sponsored nouveau riche. Only a selected group of national and international oligarchs had access to all the pleasures money, power, depravity, and impunity could buy.
As it is always the case with libertines, they get too comfortable, too cocky, and too clumsy. The number of gruesome murders of underage girls got to a point they could not sweep one more body under the rug.
“The killer cleaned it thoroughly,” the forensic announced.
“They always leave a clue,” the detective said, picking up something from the hotel sheets messily spread on the carpeted floor.
Why would you want to? the forensic asked.
“As a diversion. To make it look like it was the clowns who did it. To mask the fact that is was the real owner of the circus,” the detective concluded bagging the small object.
“You’re gambling here,” said the forensic.
“How much do you want to bet that it was not just two random lovers derailed by a sultry night?
Thanks for your reading
This was my delayed weekend entry to @mariannewest and @latino.romano’s 5 Minute Freewrite: Single Prompt Option: ALL PROMPTS. You can see the details here. I usually write a 50-word story on Saturdays with all the prompts of the week, but this time the prompts called for a slightly longer story.
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