the bit after the other bit

This was the third body to be found in Killareny.
To think the ancient Eqyptians had once made pilgramies to this fair vale, and now this....
I backed out of the cramped bathroom. Being carful not to touch the white suited pherensic people. Outside in the bedroom I could hear the people crowed beyond the guarda barrier. All huddled in the cold shouting questions. Staring at this old unsusepting looking Victorian house, that had become the third crimescene in as many weeks.
Like in the last murders, the rest of house was spotless. The killer having hovered, polished and even done the dishes. Logic would tell you that the killer was just making sure he left no DNA. The only thing out of place was the killers signature... A calling card,

youve been done in by me

I stared at the small peice of white card. Its black ink, so beatifuly and carfully rendered mocking us. Of course we had checked the four printing houses in the town. And none knew anything about it. In fact Murphy Print (no relation to the decessed) had been the only lead, saying the paper was in fact a certain type of card.