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She wasn't sure why, but Melodie suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"So, you think the force will take me seriously if I suggest that the murderer is a vampire?" She asked, trying her very best to avoid the nausea. "I believe in those creatures about as much as I believe in Bigfoot and aliens. People like to claim that they're real, but there's just no substantial evidence." She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour, "I DO believe that the culprit might think he is a vampire. Like I said before, some sort of cult is probably involved."

Melodie glared down at the jerky in the woman's hand. "That thing smells disgusting." Plugging her nose, she continued on the subject, "Anyways, even if you have been the one to discover many of the bodies, I don't see how that qualifies you to give insight on an investigation. Thank you for your input though." Shutting her eyes, she began to roll up the window, but stopped halfway.

"Didn't you say that you were a teacher? I imagine you'll be late if you stick around here for too long." Melodie just wanted to get back to her office and look over the case files. She needed to find some other plausible motive. The idea that vampires existed was just too insane to accept.