Short story Sorry for the bad english!
It was on a dark and lonely night. A man was standing on the top of a building. He held in his hands a sniper gun and leaned over the balustrade of the flat he was standing on. The man was a seriesmurderer, and on this night he had to kill a girl. The man noticed the girl through his binoculars and quickly grabbed his snipergun. Then he aimed and shot, a perfect head shot. He saw how the girl sank in all on the ground. Blood was spreading over the sidewalk, and many people were screaming. The man quickly cleaned everything, so that the police wouldnt know hed been there.
I sat in my office when suddenly two policeofficers ran inside. Detective Swann! You have to come with us!, they yelled. I quickly got in my jacket and made a ponytail in my long brown hair. I took my gun and ran after them to the police car. I jumped inside and we quickly drove to the place of offence. Even the CIA was already here. I got out of the car, got a