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Whodunnit, and why? All about criminal investigations and the forensic methods used to search for clues and collect evidence to get to the bottom of the crime.

Valerian and Venom
I did not want to buy anything for her. She had, after all, stolen the love of my life and left me to stand on the sidelines. Still, when your heart has been broken and there is nothing left to gain or lose, you can pick yourself up, spin yourself around, and set off in a new direction.
By Elroy Bea5 years ago in Criminal
The Luckiest
The Luckiest - Jeff looked rapidly from the scratch and win lottery ticket in his hand, to his best friend, Roberto the youthful manager of the Gasmart. He beamed at Jeff and said, “this certainly is your lucky day!”
By Tzu Doh Nim5 years ago in Criminal
A Sister's Guilt
“Would you kill someone for $20,000?” Inspector Tom Higgins asked his partner, Guiles Allard, who was leaning back in his chair, the heels of his scuffed brown leather shoes resting on his paper-strewn desk.
By Sarah Comber5 years ago in Criminal
Sarah, The Little Black Book
Sarah, The Little Black Book by Eudora Aletta It was on a hot summer afternoon in Victoria, British Colombia (BC) when Sarah was held hostage. I still don’t understand what happened and how the hell she got there before me. However, I loved every bit of it.
By Eudora Aletta5 years ago in Criminal
Formula
Formula It was so cold you had to think just to get through it. You dared not stop for a second or you might freeze in place. It was an “ear-flaps-down” kind of day. Turn a corner and watch your breath get carried away in a cloud. Keep your head down. Keep moving. Nothing was worth stopping for.
By Diane Reindl5 years ago in Criminal
PFIC, A Platform to Share Knowledge Regarding Digital Forensics
Computer or digital forensics has grown its pace and importance even more than before due to pandemic cyber-crime intensification. A scientific system of analysis and discussion portal holds a very important position to the internal security force, cyber protection and even the society for which you need to rely on a trust worthy medium of communication in the form of digital forensics conference that is designed specifically for this task.
By PFIC Conference5 years ago in Criminal
We mustn't touch what isn't ours.
I continued stumbling through the dark. Snow covered the ground and adorned treetops, muffling my steps and heavy breathing as I made my way up a particularly steep hill. The torch I had craftily affixed to my beanie with various pins and tape, threw columns of pale light through the dense trees but the constant movement of the light played tricks with my eyes and every few seconds I would turn and stare at spots I could have sworn moved without invitation.
By Alexandra Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Pennies From Heaven
I suppose it’s not terribly surprising that I forgot all about the notebook. Notebooks aren’t particularly memorable things at any time; nearly everybody has one. And this one was not only exceedingly ordinary, it had clearly seen better days. The only thing remotely unusual about it was its arrival.
By Debbe Carson5 years ago in Criminal
1888
TICK-Tock. Silence enveloped the almost-empty room as we both waited for today's punishment. TICK-Tock. The sound of the grandfather clock echoed through the room, filling my head so thoroughly that I felt faint.
By Sadé Díaz5 years ago in Criminal
One L
She stared at the condensation gathering on the cup over the scribbled lettering that spelled out “Ellen B.”. It wasn’t the barista’s fault per say. How were they to know that before them stood, likely, one of the only Elen’s in the country, with a single L, rather than a double L. Possibly, it was a fault of her own, although, it would have been pretentious to state, “Elen with one L, not two.” as if a barista misspelling of her name on her morning coffee cup would be too offensive to let pass. The steam dissipated and she wondered if it was cool enough to-
By Bela Lacayo5 years ago in Criminal
The Tracer
Three days I think. It has been three days since I woke up in this room. How long I had spent unconscious here beforehand? I do not know. Three days spent with no food, no drink, no sign of life other than the occasional bird darting past the small window in the roof. At one point, a crow landed by the window, hearing my screams for help, glanced down and saw me there, hands tied to a timber beam over my head, wearing the same clothes that I had arrived in, matted blood on the hair at the back of my head from the blow that struck me down. I’m not sure what I was expecting it to do but whether it was through not understanding me or having more pressing matters to attend to, the crow took flight and went about its day.
By Lee Peverett5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book: Shall We Begin?
Cedar Hincapie used to resent being the middle child, forgotten and ignored. Or worse, expected to be just like his two older brothers. Nowadays, he wonders why he hadn’t considered invisibility his superpower. His throbbing head and clamorous alarm at six o’clock in the morning had him roaring curses. Silencing his phone, he tucked his engorged member into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and rolled skillfully out of bed into a push up position. A morning ritual to get the blood moving and cure his self-medicating last night.
By P.K. Wills5 years ago in Criminal