It was dark outside, only small little street lamps were lit on the side of the road so the dark didn't completely consume the town in shadows. Only a few people were out this late at night like petty crime doers, and people who liked to drink away the night. Even the light from the moon was glowing, clouds blocked it from shining its rays down on the ground. Most people weren't stupid enough to lurk around when a murder was going about, most stayed at home. Safe. Tucked away in secure blankets in their bed, trying to calm their dismantled mind with sleep that never consumed them fully.
But there was somebody out there dumb enough to lurk around the corners of the streets and alleyways. Someone who was dumb enough to be bar hopping where a murderer was on the loose. Probably was too drunk to even think about the possibility of himself getting murdered. He stumbled when he walked and looked like he wasn't about to make it five more steps without losing the alcohol and food he consumed earlier.
Then, there was the person who was following them. Or maybe just the person who happened to be walking down the same dank, dark alley. The figure was wearing dark clothing, with a dark hood over there head, but when they passed streetlights occasionally you could see the features of a young boy, one that happened to look like Oliver.
Oliver was creeping around alleys, in the dark, wearing dark clothes and a hood.
Now, how much more suspicious can that be in this story?
He kept looking behind him as if there was something behind him he needed to watch out for. Like he didn't want someone to know what he was supposed to do. It was deep in the middle of the night, near midnight, maybe even a little later.
The man suddenly slipped slightly on his feet and stumbled and hit the wall. He leaned against the wall to catch his quick, drunk breath.
Oliver watched with a very observant eye, perfect timing. He pulled out something that gleamed in the moonlight and then lunged toward the man on the wall.
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The Cracked Portrait
Mystery / ThrillerThere is a murderer in Primrose Hill, more likely a serial killer. The townspeople are horrified and the police have no idea where to go farther than what is under their noses. So why not call the infamous, legendary freelance detective Corvin Taylo...
