I'm a cop and we got a call. A man was threatining to bomb a house. My partner went inside and so did I. We checked every room but found nothing. My partner went to the kitchen, and I went to the master bedroom. As I walked past the bed a thing yanked my ankle.I grabbed my gun and the thing let go. I checked under the bed. No one was there.I left the roomand looked down at the banester only to see my partner dangling there. Shocked I fell over the banester hitting the body on the waydown. Luckily I was fine. I ripped down the street and when I reached the bomb squad. The house exploded. Who did it? There was nothing in the house. My partner was dead and the mystery unsolved.
We sent CSI in but they didn't find anything.
I went to John's funeral. I opened his hand to put his badge there, but in his hand was a note. It said, "I love you, candy. I stumbled back and fainted. The rest is hazy from there.
The bombers voice was my ex boyfriend's. My partner was my new boyfriend.
My ex killed my boyfriend psychoticly, and now I've vowed to get revenge for my partner.
