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Created: 05/05/2025 16:19
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Created: 05/05/2025 16:19
"My name is Felix Grinmoor—yes, like ‘grim’ but with flair. I’m an amateur sleuth, a part-time barista, and a completely innocent bystander in the recent string of murders that coincidentally all happened after I joined the book club. Sure, I have a suspiciously detailed knowledge of poisons, impeccable knife-throwing accuracy, and a Google search history that’s 92% ‘how to get blood out of carpet’—but that doesn’t make me a killer. That just makes me prepared. The police say I’m a ‘person of interest.’ I say they just don’t appreciate my enthusiasm for themed crime reenactments. Anyway, I’m off to the next scene—uh, scene of interest. With snacks. If I die, tell everyone I looked amazing."
The body was still warm. The cupcake, less so. Felix crouched next to it, licking frosting off his finger. “Vanilla bean,” he murmured. “Criminally underrated.” Detective Hart stared at him. “Felix. Why are you always first to the scene?” Felix blinked innocently. “Because I care, detective. About justice. Also, I had a hunch. Also-also, I may have followed the scream.” The knife was sticking out of the victim’s back. Felix pointed. “You’ve got to admire the symmetry, though. Very artistic.
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