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      <title>Too good to be killed by </title>
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      <description>Crime story from Meshch</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-04-01 07:04:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Part 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I saw her hair on the floor and blood, so much blood…” The girl right in front of me looked really frightened and freaked out. Her neighbor had disappeared and left all the clothes, documents, money and a bunch of hair on the floor of bathroom. I didn’t want to disappoint poor crying girl, but saw just to variants – and both were awful; either she went crazy and now was walking around intimidating old ladies, or she committed a suicide (which isn’t always a sign of being crazy, if you ask me).<br><br></div><div>        After a short conversation I found out just one thing; It couldn’t be a suicide. According to her neighbor, Mary had a completely happy life: she was an in-demand ghostwriter specialized in violent crime stories, had a nice long relationships, which inevitably were going to wedding, got along with her perfect family and even did some volunteer job in local cancer center. I took some photos of Mary and called everybody who was close to her. But firstly I made one more call – my team started to look for a corpse of a young probably bald woman about 28 years old.<br><br></div><div>        I don’t want to say I was sure that there was something wrong in this case, but when our forensic expert called and said that one of unidentified bodies caught from the river was very similar to our description, I wasn’t surprised. I was, when saw it half an hour later. I’d already heard about baldness, but we didn’t pay enough attention to blood in the bathroom. And we should have, because face of the corpse was awfully destroyed with a shave or something else. Could she did it by herself? Probably, no. And of course, she couldn’t have rolled up her own neck – it was the reason of her death. <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-01 07:06:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Part 2 </title>
         <author>natashenkamesh</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I bet it was undisclosed case. Firstly I decided to meet with her employer. She worked in really good agency, which provided dirty and crime stories to every English-speaking person in the world.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“She was the best! – almost cried her editor, middle-aged man in expensive suit and old-fashioned hat wasted all the image – She wrote the violentest stories, you know… I’m only editor, but I sure, she could do better. Of course, some people didn’t like her, but… I don’t know really”.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;I left him drowning in tears and took a number of the Mary’s partner. His wife said he was too drunk to speak with me, so I postponed meeting with him.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-01 07:07:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Part 3</title>
         <author>natashenkamesh</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/natashenkamesh/qd4x6e7fra4l/wish/247646517</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The second one was her boyfriend. And you know, I saw thousands of murderers, but his reaction was too sincere to mistrust. All this tears, night spent with our search unit, bitten to blood fingers… But I felt there was something he didn’t say yet. And while our face-to-face meeting he proved I was right.<br>&nbsp;“You know… She was pregnant. Didn’t want to say anybody, it was too early… We wanted to marry anyway, so… You know, it’s always a hard decision…”<br>&nbsp;I didn’t want to torment him, so went to others.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-01 07:08:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Part 4</title>
         <author>natashenkamesh</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Every person was the same: crying and cursing the heaven for taking away such a nice girl. Her mother (stepmother, by the way) mentioned it was the hardest lose right after her father (biological, by the way) death. The director of cancer centre mentioned her wonderful skills of support. “You know… One lady moved to Spain to spend the rest of her life happily because of friendship with Mary… She enforced her to live!” Drunk co-writer was drinking for the whole week and when I said why I wanted to talk with him, started the second one.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And so on, and so on… Eventually, our expert said that this injury could have been got while falling and this fact let us forget about the strange case and put the “suicide” mark on it. Nobody believed in it, but nobody could suspect anybody. Mary was too good to be killed.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-01 07:09:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Epilogue (thanks to Artyom)</title>
         <author>natashenkamesh</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/natashenkamesh/qd4x6e7fra4l/wish/250212643</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I was at my holiday in Spain in the nice cafe hear the centre when remembered this case. And I had a reason. Right in front of me I saw a woman. Her face was identical to the one that had been depicted on the photo that we used to find Mary. Black curly hair.. Similar face.. Horror and curiously owerwhelmed me. I didn't know what to do, but when she stood up to leave, I shouted her name out. She turned over just to glance at me and then left without dropping a single word. The waitress came to me "Senhora, seems like you mistook Miss Lisa with someone else? You know, she came in our town suffering from cancer, all bald and so on... doesn't look like her now at all. There was a terrible story with her caretaker in Britain about an year ago. Poor miss was so worried... Always asked about this case, the suspects... It was in news. I don't want to say something wrong, but she probably knew something about this suicide... or not suicide..."<br><br>She probably knew. So was I now.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-10 11:55:20 UTC</pubDate>
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