There was nothing unusual or remarkable about the day we found her, except maybe the air was crisper than usual and the weather colder; marking those early days of winter.
The station was chilly but not quite cold enough for the bosses to turn on the heaters, so everyone was huddled up in thick woolly jumpers hiding in our separate offices. When that call came in all of us were reluctant to leave the relative warmth and comfort of our offices- little did I know it would have been the end of life as I knew it.
The journey down to the car park of Twenty Three Madison Drive was strained and uneasy- as call-outs of this nature usually were.
Each member of our team was preoccupied with gearing up for what me might find (both physically and mentally). Not for me. All I needed was my trusty Leica camera- a 50th birthday day gift from my wife, and myself. I wasn't nervous. You don't tend to be after over twenty eight years of call outs. I probably should have been though. I should've stayed at home that day. But I didn't. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this right now. I just want you to know...
I didn't intend to be the bad guy. It wasn't supposed to work out like this.
A/n yes this is a very short first chapter but it contains all the information you need for now, I hope you found it interesting and will read on :)
I have had this plot in the works for a while now but has taken me an age to actually get it up on wattpad.
I hope you enjoy 😊
YOU ARE READING
The Photographer
Mystery / ThrillerWhen a dead girl is found amongst the bins in a busy car park the police struggle to find the cause of death. Yes. There are many clues- all lead to a different cause. One forensic photographer begins to unravel the mystery surrounding her death, a...
