The winter sky is a widow's sky, bedarkened and weeping. The clouds are churlish and kraken-cruel. They cough out great gouts of water and thunking balloons of sopping moisture, and a man with a brief case held his umbrella above his head covering himself from the water the clouds drenched him in. He tapped his foot against the side walk impatiently and gazed at the sky, but his moment of peace was interrupted by the splash of a puddle and the horn of a taxi. He quickly ran to it not wasting a second and yanked open the door. "What's the rush? I'm not goin-"
"The beach" The man said in a gritty deep voice. "Ok, just one second."
"I said NOW!" His eyes darting from each side of the taxi. The engine roared to life, and in that Instant they were gone.
"What's on your mind, son?" the driver questioned in a calm and soothing voice. He grumbled gripping tighter to his brief case and suddenly his phone rang. "You're not here!!" A voice exclaimed in anger. "Am now." He said stepping out of the car and dusting his black suit.
The tide was high and the rain had eased off it was silent and no one was there but it felt like there was some presence near by. He stood gazing at his watch keeping tight hold of the suit case and then scanned the area looking for him trying to catch him out. His mouth opened the slightest bit showing his teeth still watching out for him. Suddenly he screamed and fell to the floor. A man and a woman ran out of a small house to see a man in a black suit with twisted legs and a brief case open with nothing in it.
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Bullet on the beach
Mystery / ThrillerRead on as detective Harold Smith solves his first crime, and most likely the hardest ever. Harold is not the normal detective you'd expect, In fact he's completely different. Turn each page and reveal clues for the murder. Enjoy
