The witnesses.

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"Definitely dead" Harold said sarcastically, looking at the corpse laying on the floor. His blood stained the beach leaving red sand and occasionally the sea swept up some of the blood. "So do we have any witnesses? Or is he a nomad?" Harold questioned looking at his boss, frank. " well so far we have two, but they didn't see much." Frank explained in a posh voice. "They were both watching him, because he looked  suspicious" he paused "apparently." He finally said making quotation marks with his fingers.Harold's hand reached for his clean shaved chin. Tension was in the atmosphere as everyone stared at him waiting to see what he said, and eventually he opened his mouth."I can work with that, I guess." His smile stretched even further across his face and he began to walk across the blood ridden beach towards the couple, one of witch was glaring at the the brief case in awe, as a muscular man was taking notes of what the woman said.

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