Turning, she ignored the trail of cold tears slipping over her cheeks and eased through the door. … The letter box crashed behind her deposit and she sighed. That was it. No going back now.
sheets of water blurring the landscape beyond;
the dance of leaves at its touch;
The second letter was hand written, bold writing jumping clearly from the envelope giving me pause to think before examining the contents.
I am delighted to hear from your salubrious colleagues of the press that you are alive and well.
“I’m to take you to the police station, Detective Inspector Plum wants to discuss this with you personally.”
the police were unable to identify a likely shooting position, so I was going in totally exposed.
Staring, I watch numbly as he stretched my leg out, pressing against a gushing red stain that spread slowly across the blue jeans.
Max Coons was a quiet, observant presence in his shop as I admired his work. His love of Nottingham and sports were clear
“You were concerned about further murders?”
“Yes I was. Mark Coons’ initial two murders in the Narrow Marsh beneath Shire hall were target practice, before he moved on to his targets.”
nerves taking charge of my pulse as I stepped into the heavy atmosphere of the courtroom, feeling the weight of every single pair of eyes
I can’t help eyeing him curiously. Surely there was no such thing as a handsome gentleman anymore?
“Zinc?” I snorted. “What the hell good is Zinc?”
As the early evening gloom descended, I turned the key in the door with its usual grinding reluctance, and eagerly stepped into the warmth of the kitchen.
I flipped through the pages, listening to the satisfying whoosh as the paper flapped against each other, over sailing Jack’s continued ramble.
I paid no attention to the rain pattering against my plastic protective cover. My competition training calming my breathing and steadying my racing heart