Aah! Aah!!!
The scream rang in my ears. I had to find out what was going on because I needed to help the screamer. It sounded like they were in trouble.
Eek!!!
There it was again. I followed the sound until I came to a locked bathroom. I cut a gigantic hole in the door and jumped through—the criminal was gone. There lay an unconscious woman at my feet. I needed to find out who did this so I could stop the person from harming more people. So after I’d called 911 and the ambulance had taken the woman to the hospital, I got my detective fingerprint pad from my bedroom. (Yes, I do live in this mansion and that woman was my masseuse.) Continue reading