Tag, You're Dead

His eyes spoke carefully, were impossible to read, and made me ill at ease. He flashed his badge, hoping to provoke a reaction.

"May I come in, Mr. Collins?" he asked.

"Please."

After a smattering of ill-fitting pleasantries, he got to the point.

"Your 100 words blog, it's interesting, the most popular tag is murder."

"Murder fascinates me. In the theoretical sense."

"And, as you know, six residents in the neighborhood have been murdered in the last three months. All in precisely the same fashion as depicted in your stories."

"Unfortunately, for your sake, that number will be seven after tonight."