5PM, Site of second killing.
There was a purple scarf on the seat where the body had been. It hadn't been removed from the crime scene because it was covering a big splodge of blood left on the seat.
"Wow, what a nice scarf!" Scouldy had seen it, and, not knowing its purpose, picked it up and stuffed it in her briefcase.
"EEEWWWW!! Blood!" Screeched Muldy.
"Wha...egh!" Scouldy noticed the blood on the seat and covered it with a piece of newspaper. Why waste a perfectly good scarf? Sure, it was a little DNA filled, but she could wash it when she got home. The information they obtained at this site was more helpful- it lead them straight to the first site.
"Muldy, what were we looking at again?"
"Didnt you find it weird that the homeless man had a gun?"
"Well, for starters, I didnt know he had one"
"Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you"
"Thanks a lot Muldy..."
"Your welcome" Jeeze, he could be a little stupid sometimes...but hey, Scouldy had a thing for him anyway.
8PM, Site of first killing.
"So, where is this 'homeless man', Muldy?"
"I dont know, he was right here seven hours ago!"
"Wow, he didnt have any time to go anywhere else" Scouldy rolled her eyes.
"Where could he go, he's homeless?"
"He could be looking for somewhere to sleep, it is bedtime, you know?"
"It is? Oh no! It is! I have to get home!"
"Wait, Muldy, I was joking"
"....I knew that."
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