Cold Case

Nat King Cole’s voice slowly faded, and a commercial for Bender’s Auto and Tires in Skaamville came on, the owner wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. Bill followed the sound to a radio in a corner. It was an older cabinet-style model, from the fifties or sixties, all knobs and glass glowing softly yellow.

From the sitting room, Bill went into the kitchen.

It smelled like cookies.

“I went in, and, aside from the cookies, I noticed blood on the floor, a big pool of it.”

He also noticed three brass shell-casings, twinkling in the light.

A cold chill came over him.

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