I took my sunglasses off my collar and put them on my eyes, covering the sun. I jumped over the stone bench and touched the sand with my feet.
The previous days had been an extremely unpleasant day. All I wanted was a relaxing day on the beach, so I could ignore all the things that had been going with Stan's murder and the loss of my friend Robert, due to the mind of a psychopath. But no... He had to come... I knew I was being incredibly selfish but I just wanted to retreat from the detective career for a few weeks, or even months... But a new mystery could also help with the recovery... Maybe...
I heard a scream suddenly, asking for help. A young lady on the sea was screaming her brains out, even though nothing seemed to be wrong with her. The lifeguard, that was on my left closer to the sea, sitting on a chair inside a tiny shack, got up in an instant and took off his shirt as fast as possible and launched himself to the ocean.
The woman was now holding someone in her arms. Someone in pink shorts. A man in pink shorts. It was him...
I, following the lifeguard's moves, also took my shirt off and launched into the ocean. He got there before me (pretty obviously... I don't swim that often since chasing people is normally on land) and dragged him across the water to the sand. I helped him out a little and watched him do CPR to see if he could be revived. But he never got up, like in the movies.
No, he was now the fourth victim... And the worst part was that I didn't know who the first two were.
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Too Hot to Breathe
Tajemnica / ThrillerHow good is your memory? Do you catch every single detail and remember it all or is your mind always in the clouds, with something distracting you? And when stress becomes a factor, what happens? James Atton only wants to have one day by his loneso...
