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(Taken from the notebook of a one, Miss K. Hawkins)

Got my last Math 113 test back. 110 out of a possible 100. Maybe my mom was right about this class being too easy... Oh well. The final's next Thursday so no reason in turning back now. Today's lesson: Solving Systems of Linear Equations. Story time!

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The blood had been savagely splattered on the walls of the one-bedroom apartment since three o'clock that morning. Detectives Mallory and Camp of the New York Police Deparatment crossed under the yellow caution tape and stood in awe of the hideous scene. Jacob Mallory folded his arms against his chest and gave a long whistle. "Whadd'ya think, Camp?" he said.

"I think we have ourselves a serial killer," she said after running a hand through her long brown hair. She took a few steps toward the mass covered by a plain white sheet, bent down and threw the cloth back with one hand. Mallory turned away. "This is the fourth victim. All female - all with their faces hacked by this nut." She replaced the sheet and began to survey the apartment.

"It doesn't make any sense," he said after his stomach settled. "Victims' faces are mutilated to hide their identity. But -"

"But this apartment's filled with pictures, documents and all sorts of identification," she said, thumbing through the desk drawers. "The murderer didn't bother to remove so much as the driver's license. Look, it's still here. Right next to her keys." She tossed the flimsy piece of plastic to her partner after giving it a quick glance.

He studied the item carefully. "Sarah Conner," he cast a glance towards the corpse. "Age 19."

"Come on," she said flatly. "Let's get back to the station."