An Unimportant Murder
Warning: Some geographical mentions in this text may be wrong
Waves were smashing against the cliff of Seven Sisters, hidden behind a thick layer of fog, the salty smell of the sea, and a harsh wind. The setting seemed to be part of another world. Some kind of secret passage to another world. A slender silhouette was running next to the edge, seeming to be a black shadow in the bright night. During this pandemic, seeing a human being was rare enough especially at night. A heavy rain started pouring.
The silhouette stopped running, out of breath. They stood still long enough to let a part of the fog disappear, showing a beautiful night sky. Some loud and aggressive footsteps splashing in mud puddles, made the slender silhouette turn rapidly. The last thing they saw were hands hitting them at full force in the chest, pushing them over the edge over the cliff and knocking the air out of their lungs. The silhouette was unable to scream and hit violently the sea, knocking it unconscious, water filling their lungs.
A loud muffled laugh filled the air. Footsteps walked away covered by the heavy rain.
Sun was rising. A timid light was rising above the sea. Morning people were jogging, social distancing with their headphones on. The beach was already covered of footsteps. Mary Atkinson was running at full speed before slipping and hitting the ground, eating the sand. She spitted it, disgusted. She turned around to see if people saw her fall. She stood up, looking at the sea, noticing an uneven color patch surrounded by birds. She walked up thinking it was trash, willing to clean up others mess. She stopped dead in her tracks and screamed till she lost her voice, loud enough that a worried old man going to get his groceries approached. He looked at her going mental. He looked at was she was pointing an froze. He took his cell phone like a robot and dialed 999, explaining the situation in a shaky voice over the muffled cries of Mary Atkinson.
Melissa Brown, almost sleeping on her paperwork, was awoken by her cell phone ringing. She was dying inside to have some kind of social interaction, while her brain was trying to process the name on the screen...
«Er... Mike Hammer...? Who is this...? »
She picked up the phone while yawning and asked with her strong accent.
« Who is this? »
« The person you worked with for the last five years... »
« Well... »
« Someone was found dead on the Seven Sisters beaches... »
« And... What do you want me to do about it? »
«This person was murdered and our boss won't admit it. I need your help on this one. Hand bruises were found on the body and anatomy won't allow it to be self- inflicted! »
Mike paused, waiting for Melissa's response. Melissa weighted to pros and con. The downside was to stand against her boss... She was actually used to it. He always hated the fact she never wore a uniform, explaining why she was paired with the only one who did the same.
She loudly sipped her English tea she made from her samovar to annoy him.
« Stop destroying the English culture with that kind of massacre. »
« Oh come on! It's tea! I drink it the way I want! »
« I won't fight today, but know you are wrong. »
Rain pouring loudly on the car roof, Mike had picked up Melissa at her house. She went in the backseat still willing to respect the rules of social distancing. Their boss accepted their request in a loud sigh, but only allowed them to do their investigation, but only in one day, explaining the fact that they were almost speeding.
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An unimportant murder - One shot
Mystery / ThrillerA detective "novel" I wrote for my English class (English isn't my mother tong). I wanted to post it here because I just got Wattpad 3 months ago and want to write more regularly, in French and English.
