April 24th, 2017
The first murder was on April 2nd, 2017. They started out of the blue. I checked the records starting from 2007-2017 no signs of even a vandalism. Most of us here know that killers have to have a start. Or a birth, as I like to call it. But no, there were no clues. Absolutely none. Maybe they started off in another state? I'd better check that.
Lead detective, Micheal Sanchez takes his nose out of his journal and writes "Check surrounding states for any suspected births." In his mini blue notepad he brings everywhere. He hears his phone ring it's very loud and annoying ring. "Hello?" He answers grumpily as if he'd been woken up from an amazing dream. "Why yes, hello. My name is Victor Cannachi and I am from the FBI." Micheal's heart skips a few beats. "Why would the FBI call me?" He interrupts inadvertently. "Well I was just getting to that. My team and I decided we could use a new member and you seemed to fit the description, well sort of. You see, you have the brains and determination to become an FBI agent. But you've never caught anyone before or have the experience we need, not yet at least. It took a lot of convincing to my team to give you a chance. So I have a deal for you."
"Yes?" Micheal asks, in an excited tone.
"If you can catch this killer, we will gladly allow you onto our team. If you fail to we will continue on our great search."
"I will definitely try my very best, sir," Micheal says, even more excitedly.
"Please note," Micheal takes out his notebook and pen, expecting to write something important down. "that this opportunity isn't given to many, don't take it for granted." Right after that he hangs up. He put his pen and notepad down and wondered about how he'll get in contact with him again. "I don't remember giving him my number," Micheal mutters aloud. "Maybe since he's from the FBI he can get my number that way. That's probably how he got my number in the first place." After saying that to himself he is satisfied. So Micheal gets up and goes to bed. It is 10:30 so he might as well sleep so he could be rested enough to catch that killer.

Meanwhile down on Sindew Road, passed a few houses, down the really long dirt road that was awful to drive on, and to the left, sat a small house. In that small house sat a small girl. That smalls girl's name was Cassandra. Cassandra was 15 years old. She had chocolate brown hair, long legs that both looked like they didn't have one inch of hair on them, probably because they didn't, and coffee brown eyes to match the chocolate brown hair. The weird thing about Cassandra was that she was researching serial killers. Her reason why was because a serial killer had recently killed her best friend. And that was the day she decided she was done. She was done with everything. Cassie was either going to find that killer or die trying.
"Now that I think of it maybe it isn't a serial killer," Cassie suggests to herself. "Maybe it's a normal murderer that's killing kids in this school because.." she stops talking for a few moments to think. "Why would they kill 76 people now, and counting?" She questions herself.

After a few more minutes of talking with herself and then writing something down on her pink and purple notebook she'd gotten the year before for her birthday, Cassie's alarm clock went off marking it was 12:00 AM. Which that awful time was the bedtime she set for herself so she could get hours of research in, but also enough hours of sleep. "Well, good enough amount for the times we're having right now," she always used to tell herself. Cassie yawns. "Maybe it is time for bed. She turns out her pink butterfly light and goes to bed. Before she falls asleep she says, "Please, whoever is listening, keep my family safe." Then she closed her eyes and fell into her greatly needed slumber.

Both Micheal and Cassandra dreamt about catching the killer. Maybe it was because they were meant to meet, or maybe because they both had drive to catch the horrible monster who would do such a thing. Either way, they cross paths and become amazing friends. Maybe someday even more than friends.. Or maybe after they catch him, like they both promised themselves they would, Micheal and Cassie would decide to part ways and follow their dreams.

A/N
Hey guys! Hope you will like this book. It takes a while to write since I'm mainly focusing on my other book. (The Broken Wolf) But ya know I'll get around to this book eventually. So hope you guys have a lovely day! See you next time, hopefully!🤗 PLEASE POINT OUT ANY AND ALL ERRORS! I DON'T GET OFFENDED NO WORRIES!🙂
Sincerely,
Liv. xoxo