Marti’s claim to fame began the morning she woke up in her hotel room.  Xander was nowhere to be found.  She journeyed downstairs to the dining room for breakfast.  The familiar face on the television caught her attention.

She located her sedan with the vehicle’s security feature, parked not far from a house with yellow police tape that clearly indicated the scene where her lover was killed.  No one was around.  Her curiosity couldn’t be contained.  She slipped around back and found the door open.

Her heart was beating faster than usual as she slowly placed one foot in front of the other.  Shards of glass remained at the bottom of the staircase.  She gingerly took each step upward.

The master bedroom door was open.  Traces of blood stained...

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