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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

What's happening?
Is this my blood?
I reached for my head, the pain was unbearable. My head spinning as I looked around the parking garage. There was no one in sight. I looked down at my blood stained hand and that's when I saw her face, the face of my victim. The woman laid face up in a pool of blood. The wig she wore was laying on the side of her body. I noticed a small bag tied to her wrist. The feeling of confusion and fear gave me some type of strange adrenaline. I needed to get out of here to figure things out. I had to find out what was in the black bag.
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