Murder in the Bookshop
Ava Straw
Winning participant of ‘Murder in the Bookshop’
He escaped out the window. Fled like a sparrow’s shadow in the depths of the night. The inspector squad arrived minutes later. A mangled body lay on the floor, a mutated blackbird caught in the aftermath of a cat’s play. She looked 25, though she wasn’t looking at anything. Not anymore. Her raven hair tumbled down her clavicle, like Niagara Falls in pitch black. Inspectors Rick and Henry were sent to check the scene of the crime. They found some sparse possessions on the floor by the body. Clues. Hints. Crinkled and worried lines creased across their broad foreheads. A soft music spread across the bookshop, capturing the officers’ attention. It was hot. There was a drinking fountain by the dead corpse of poor old Angelina Johnson. Poisoned water. They were dead in the hour. Smart one, this murderer. He left one clue. On a note above Ms Johnson, there read
YOU NEVER SAW IT COMING.
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