100 Ways to Solve a Murder

Marco drove home from 7 Eastbourne Rd with a frown on his face. He couldn’t get over what Mrs. Whitehall told him just minutes ago.

I think he misses her, she said.

And she was absolutely right, Marco thought.

Sam had become not only an intellectual match to Levi but was also capable of stimulating him like no other person could.

Marco couldn’t help but recall all the curious times, he’d seen the two geniuses bonding over the things he or anyone else would most likely not appreciate. Human experiments, homemade explosives, and such.

The two, Samson, as the World knew them, were a couple. They were a pair like Levi and Marco were to the world. But a different kind of pair; Levi and Marco were a contrasting pair.

While, Sam Gray and Levi Jackson, was ’Uranium- 235 and Uranium-238’, as Sam had put before. Marco smiled at that memory, he could still recall the peaceful days in 7 Eastbourne Rd...before all the horror started. Before the attack, the blindness...the suicide.

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Sometime months ago

Jackson Detectives Agency

Marco was sitting at his table, looking through his computer. Answering emails as per usual, while the boys were busy with work.

The slicked blond sat on the mustard-colored sofa, legs crossed whilst reading old newspapers. He was trying to find something interesting, a case may be when moments later Sam walked in with a box of chocolate cake in hand.