Template:Adminpick/October 2015

''The headlights of the police car illuminated the scene. The man lying before her was clearly dead. The woman knelt down, examining the body, being careful not to touch it and contaminate the scene. She pulled a flashlight from her belt. Multiple stab wounds were visible. Judging by the trail of blood leading to the body, odds were that the man had been trying to get away from someone. What surprised her was that nobody had come to finish the job. The man had bled to death.''

''She examined the body further and instantly recognized the face. Damn it, she thought, not another one. This man had been missing for weeks now. Another phony psychic was dead on her watch. This guy’s name was Bobby Aaron, a con artist masquerading as a psychic. This was not the first one to go missing. Over the last couple of weeks almost all of them were either missing or dead.''

''The police department had to keep this under wraps because a majority of the town’s income came from people coming to visit these people. She really wanted to smoke right now, but she promised her husband that she would quit. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a package of nicotine gum. She took the wrapper off of one piece and put it into her mouth. This would be a long summer. Read more...''