A Fictional Piece, so don't yell at me

We lost sight of her around Queen and Sherbourne, and didn't find her again until an hour and a half had passed. That gave her sufficient time, but still leaves us with the question of how? How has this tiny woman been able to inflict such brutally fatal injuries on the victim? It boggles our minds to think that this meek, little woman could have that much fury and power in her!
   On the morning of February 14, 2XXX, the suspect left her home at normal time. Assuming she was on her way to work, which she had done every day for the past four months, I might add, we followed her at a relaxed pace. As I stated previously, we lost sight of her at precisely 0856 hrs and did not find her until 1033 hrs.
   We then went back to her apartment and tossed it, finding nothing to aid us in our case. (Tossing refers to officers searching your house without a warrant and leaving it exactly the way they found it so you don't even know they were there.) At 1243 hrs, we were informed by Ins. Marshall that a homicide had taken place at the suspect's ex-husbandüs office.
   By the time we arrived at the scene, the coroner was already there, throwing up into a bucket. We stepped into the room and saw why: parts of a body were strewn across the room, and hearts were drawn in blood on the walls. Most peculiar though, was the deliberate placement of a Big Mac on the victim's desk.
   We went to the suspect's place of work and arrested her. She was transported to holding and while we waited for her lawyer she drew pictures of little hearts all over everything with her lipstick. We began to think she was a little nuts, when she suddenly turned to me and said "He shouldn't have said it, you know."
   I looked at my partner for encouragement. "He shouldn't have said what, ma'am?"
   She looked at me sadly for a moment and then said, "We were married for fourteen years. All of a sudden he decides he wants a divorce. Says I'm not nervy enough, won't take chances. So I said okay, take your time maybe we can work things out. He says no, this is for good, I'm in love with another woman. So I said well, at least now I know it wasn't anything I did wrong. And I slapped him. Hard. That's why you guys were called. All of a sudden I'm a threat to him.
   When I found out who he was leaving me for, it took some time to calm down, but I did eventually." She chuckled.  "You know, he tried to set me up on a blind date once, but I told him I wasn't ready for that. I just wasn't ready!"
   The door slammed open and her lawyer stood there, furious. "You have absolutely no proof that my client did this! I demand you release her now!"
   She looked up at him, all full of softness and said, "Sit down, Ed. I did it. You know I did it. The only thing you don't know is why. I'll tell you. Because he was going to take that tramp, my sister, to our restaurant for Valentines Day. That's our special place. Ours. And now, no one will ever be able to take that away from me."

The moral of the story is: Don't take your new girlfriend/boyfriend to the same places you used to frequent with your ex, because they will kill you. Especially if they are a little unbalanced to begin with. Oh, and this is not a true story. At least, not my true story. Yet.

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