This is a continuation of My Police Detective.-----------------I stood there, stunned in disbelief, yet fully aware of what I had in my hands.It was a two-foot long red golden hair.My police detective had been here.So he had come looking for me while I was looking for him?Wouldn't a text message have been easier?I looked around the bathroom and saw another sign of his presence: a greasy smudge on the mirror that could only have been made by a giant hand swiping it as it reached into the room from above.I was looking at it and leaned over to touch it when I heard an ominous sound.
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