The Man on the Bench [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
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Complete, First published Feb 06, 2016
When the man was pronounced dead in Hyde Park back in 2014, forensic teams were lead to the conclusion that his death was natural and that there was nothing more to it. Not a shread of evidence was found to prove that the teams work was done wrongly, and witnesses weren't giving valid information to point to any other scenarios, so nothing else was thought of. 

Sandy Texas, the Cheif and leader of the investigation had his ideas, though. He believed that there was a gang behind this, one that had been under the radar for months before the incident, and he wasn't going to stand down from his theory. If only he knew the dangers of going back to the park and re-opening the case, then maybe he wouldn't've lost the one he loves most. 

Maybe he would be alive himself today. 

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'The Man on The Bench' started from an idea I had one night about short stories that felt like they started and stopped halfway through a story, so trying out that idea was fun. 

The story's still incomplete, but look forward to the finished piece!


--roniiaa
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