WALKING IN MY DELIGHT; THE MYSTERY KILLER

Two deaths in a row
What was Ifeku community turning into?
The first death had taken place last week Saturday and the body had been found in the house of a pastor early the next day
The second death following the same pattern took place yesterday and was found this morning in front of the house of the popular pastor Richard Godwin.
This latter death had drawn the attention of the whole community and even neighbouring communities.

Pastor Richard was a popular and prominent figure in the state, He is known for the numerous miracles worked through him at Consuming fire ministries. Although he started small, God had seemed to be working in his favour big time.

Rhoda, the beautiful choir mistress was the first to arrive at the Church premise that morning. It was not unusual of her to be at the church by 6.30am, when the service usually began at 9am.
She was shocked by the Terrifying and disgusting figure she saw at the door of the pastors house. She screamed so loudly that everybody within that vicinity came out. It was a site that made many wonder, cry, scream, and walk away.

Clinton, the detective in charge of the special crimes department, was already at the crime scene.
The criminal act followed the same pattern, and after been looked at by the coroner, both bodies were that of virgins.
They were both sickle cell disease patients and their womb had been removed.
How sick? How odd? How mysterious?
It was up to Clinton and his men to solve the mystery before the pathological killer acts again.

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