The Full Moon Murders

moved underneath, a dark presence hiding nearby. Detective Evelyn Cross had learned to trust her

The streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows on the pavement, as if the very ground was alive with secrets. Inside, the station was a lo

her night. Another

asoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodies in six months, all torn

the case

t smelled of stale coffee and sweat, the air thick with frustration and fear. Sh

tive C

is office, his grizzled face set in a grim expression that sent a chill down her spine. He gest

voice steady despite

The press is calling this a serial killer, the public is terrified, and we still have nothing." He leaned back,

hardening her resolve. "I w

ce low and dangerous. "Because the last time

, her heart r

s the desk, the sound sh

hing in her throat. The crime scene photos were old and yellowed with age, but the wounds on the victim

port, her pulse ha

tor: Detective

fa

n its axis. "My da

Same pattern, same full moons, same damn claw marks. H

ls of her father's disappearance. She had been just a child when he never came home. The

e connected?" she asked, her

dark with unspoken fears. "I d

er di

h the metallic scent of blood and damp concrete, a sickening reminder of the violence that had unfolded here. The yell

amirez, called out, crouching near the

s torn open, deep gashes running from his ribs down to his stomach, the flesh shredded as

nce of the crime that unsett

ife," Evelyn muttered, her

ooks like an animal attack. But we're in the

instincts flaring.

t's like whatever did th

fear that whispered of something lurking

asked, forcing

Investment banker. No criminal record. Just a re

ley. Deep claw marks gouged into the brick as if something h

n't lik

adding up. They l

in the glass like the chaos in her mind. She spread out every file she had-her

t kept surfacing

Enter

d for decades, owned by a man whose influe

r his businesses. Some had been seen at his exclusive clubs. And her fat

the case files, the paper

suspect? Or was

of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn't enough to ma

Businessman

connected to

ted by a noise-something s

gun. She lived on the fourth f

est. The city lights cast long shadows across her apartment, but

sy feeling in her

screen, lighting up w

swered, her voice stea

le

d voice spoke, each wo

ing in the w

one tightened, her puls

e-walk away whil

ed, anger flar

the voice dropped lower, a whisper th

nd up like y

er, icy fingers wrapp

standing in the suffocating silence

. Nobody. No leads. Just a cold case bu

d to make sure she did

tay calm. They wanted her to back of

't walki

answers, she would get t

e wouldn't end up

e, she w