The Murder House Chapter 3

The night before my sister was supposed to visit, she was murdered in her apartment.

Police analysis of the scene: home invasion, robbery, dismemberment.

Parts of her body had been cooked. The brutality was unimaginable.

Just hearing about it made your blood run cold.

I rushed my parents up north to handle Emma's affairs.

They took her ashes home for burial. I stayed behind.

Every day I camped outside the police station, waiting for news of a break in the case.

"You should go home. This won't be quick. The killer has strong counter-surveillance skills."

"Pressuring us won't help. We understand how you feel."

"The leads have all dried up. The captain's going gray over this case."

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Hit dead ends every time. I screamed at them like a madwoman in the street.

The killer had butchered my sister, cut off her head and boiled it, yet left no fingerprints or DNA at the scene.

The detective said there might be multiple suspects with extremely high counter-surveillance abilities.

This was the most difficult case they'd encountered in a decade.