# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Lucy', 'Jacqueline']","narrative":"In the high-intensity world of a local fitness center, Tommy's exercise regime is abruptly terminated by a lethal shiv; now it's up to the grizzled Detective Winston to break through the sweat and secrets as he hones in on two prime suspects, Lucy and Jacqueline.\n\nWinston stared at the crime scene photos spread across his desk, the grim reality of Tommy's demise forever imprinted on photographic paper.\n\nRunning his hands through his greying hair, he pulled out the anonymous letter that had arrived at Tommy's place, revealing Lucy's undisclosed secret. He remembered how Tommy had been using it as a means of blackmail against Lucy - greedy beast he was. Tommy had demanded a large sum to hush about Lucy's secret. A sum that Lucy, an aspiring dancer barely affording her paint-filled pastime, couldn't possibly conjure.\n\nHis thoughts snapped to their conversation earlier. Lucy, agitated, standing in the doorway of her paint splattered studio, her hands dripping with her much-loved shade of red from the recent session of painting. Something about the way she plunged her hands into the sink, washing away the red stains seemed unnerving.\n\nLucy was visibly shaken at Tommy's demands. She was cornered with no other way out. The mere thought of her secret getting exposed was enough to bring an end to her fledgling dancing career. There was guilt in her eyes as she admitted about the strange turn of events where she mistakenly sent that anonymous letter to Tommy revealing her own secret.\n\nJust as he shook himself out of his thoughts, the image of Lucy dancing with a shiv flashed in his mind. Her movements were enchanting and the shiv she used was not merely a prop, but an essential part of her performance. The paradox of the individual both skilled with the art of dance and a deadly weapon was a perplexing sight.\n\nThe strange assortment of her paintings didn’t go unnoticed either. Winston remembered walking past her easel with an unfinished painting of dismembered body parts, oddly shaded with her favored tone of red. Lucy had confessed that each painting was born from her deep-seated emotions.\n\nLeaving her studio, Winston got into his cruiser with his mind reeling from the unfathomable strands of evidence, reflecting what a strange web of circumstances he found himself entangled in.\n\nWinston considered the crime scene: a fitness center. An unlikely place for Tommy to meet his end - on a treadmill no less. Tommy was certainly physically fit, and recently had become quite popular among locals due to his polarizing political views. He was often the subject of public discourse, none more vocal than Jacqueline in her opposition to his ideas.\n\nThe forensic team gave him the breakdown, a shiv. Winston could only sigh at the gruesomeness of it all. NHS workers giving it their best shot trying to return the room to its former glory. However, whoever was responsible was not the type to make petty mistakes.\n\nJacqueline was next on his visit list. A regular protester at Tommy's rallies, her public denouncements of his political stances were well known. And since the murder had occurred during her workout, it would make sense to hear from her.\n\nJacqueline - a nicely aged woman, apparently physically fit and capable – was a regular at the gym. She trained there every day without fail. That day she was pulling off a routine on a rowing machine with a synchronicity one could compare to a clock tick. \n\n\"Do you remember seeing or hearing anything unusual?\" Winston asked.\n\nJacqueline halted her rowing, turning to Winston with a crisp look in her eyes. \"No, detective,\" she said, dabbing a sweat towel on her forehead. \"In fact, it was ironically business as usual.\"\n\nBusiness as usual. In a way, Winston thought, it was. Tommy was known for riling up others, though nothing harmful ever really seemed to come of it. Until now. \n\nThe talk around town was that Jacqueline had served time for 15 years nearly two decades ago. Interestingly, she'd also studied various forms of self-defense while in prison, and since her release, she had made herself a bastion of physical and mental fortitude.\n\n\"People don't change, detective,\" Jacqueline stated, seemingly reading his mind. \"When I was younger I made some bad choices. I've paid for them. We all have a past and mine happens to be a bit darker than others.\"\n\n\"And Tommy,\" Jacqueline paused, searching Winston's face, \"He was just like me, just on the other side of the fence. Got too comfortable and careless, people like Tommy have a way of doing that.\"\n\n\"All I can say is lots of people contribute to anti-Tommy campaigns, and I have my own ideas. It's free speech, right?\" With unwavering determination, Jacqueline continued her pointed assertions against Tommy, echoing her public remarks. She went back to her rowing routine without missing a beat, her eyes now fixed on the TV that was flashing Tommy's controversial speeches on a news channel.\n\nWinston thought for a moment before making his exit. He came across Jacqueline plenty of times, she was a regular - like an everyday murmur with a well-timed routine. Winston left with more questions than answers.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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