"Is there anything to go on, detective"? News reporters lined the street, trying to get the story behind the Ben And Tracey murder.

"Up till now, there is no comment". The detective sleekly walks behind the yellow police tape. He overlooks the mutilated female body sprawled across the front walkway.

Inside, among the front doorway entrance, lies a young males body, shrouded in a pool of blood.

The house swarms with hordes of detectives and their flashing cameras.

"The records show the unknown caller called Tracy eight times. It also shows three of the times she didn't answer". A long blonde haired women read off a sheet of phone records.

"And all we have to go off is a damn phonecall. There's no trace lead. No name or location the call came from".

"Clone cellular".

"What"?

"That's what the killer used. It's practically untraceable".

"How is that suppose to help the case"? He asked.

"Apparently the killer was inside the house, during the first phonecall. But here's where it gets interesting, there was no forced entry. Either, she forgot to lock the door, or she knew the person".

"Good point, but if she did let him in, why call her on her cell phone when he was already inside".

"You make a good point. We'll finish the crime scene, and then well be on our way".

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(across the street):

A young girl, with flowing Brown hair, and in tight fitted jeans exit the house. She is talking on her cell.

"Yeah, Lindsey. Tracy Luzisky was killed last night, among with Ben Reynolds".

"No way". the voice hinted genuine shock. I knew it was only a matter of time before they bit it. They are the two horniest couple in school".

"I guess the blowjob in the science lab, didn't pay off. I honestly feel bad for her. Alone, terrified".

"Don't do that. You'll sound like a Rob Reigner film". There's a pause, as she gets in her car, and starts it. She waits for the clear to back out of the driveway, and she backs out, and continues in to school.