Crime Report: Benecio Wolf

Yesterday was a beautiful day. Blue sky, light, puffy clouds, wildflowers popping up everywhere. The city of Gala was enjoying the break from spring rains; people were getting their cars washed and their lawns mowed, children played softball.

Scarlett Hood was setting off on a road trip, but eyewitnesses say she stopped by her boyfriend, Benecio Wolfe's house to say goodbye. They had only been dating for a few weeks, but he convinced her to let him drive her to her destination; her grandmother's house.

Wolfe, now known for his homicidal tendencies, decided to try and kill the grandmother and Scarlett, but Mrs. Hood's gardener saved the both of them. Scarlett and her grandmother, though emotionally scarred, are otherwise unharmed. Wolfe, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. The gardener, an eighteen year old named Jonathon "Jack" Green, whacked him over the head with a shovel, and Wolfe died instantly.

By the Prince of Thieves

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Scarlett used to be known for her shock of red hair and love of all flowers. She also loved her grandmother dearly, and always stopped to pick some wildflowers on the way there. Those fields are where she first met Benecio.

She had nearly the perfect bouquet, except it was missing something... When she saw the Black-Eyed Susans across the creek, she rolled up her pant legs, took her sandals off, and carefully tiptoed over the slippery, algae covered rocks. When she made it to the other side, flower basket in hand, she nearly tripped over a log that was hidden in the tall grasses and dropped the basket, scattering the blossoms. Quickly getting down on her hands and knees, she scooped as many as she could back into the basket when a head came up out of the reeds. A Black-Eyed Susan stuck over one ear, and his hand outstretched, offering her an Echinacea, he proceeded to speak.

Scarlett didn't understand a word.

Surely he was speaking English, and using normal vocabulary, but that voice... Such a voice! And those eyes, the exact same shade of shimmery gray-blue as the creek, she was sure of it. His charcoal black hair was short enough to stay out of his eyes, but long enough to conceal his one raised eyebrow.

Wait. Why has he quit using that velvety voice? And the eyebrow? What does that mean?