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SECOND CHAPTER
Paul Dock was bent with the nose that pratically touch the floor. He studying the crime scene, as usual. He isn't convinced that the assassin is Elvira Gorrige. It would be too obvius. He doesn't find nothing intresting on the stage, so he goes behind of that.
-Can i help you sir, are you sick?- asks a female voice, seeing the detective with the nose on the floor.
-Oh, no thank you i'm good, i'm detective Dock, i was looking for something here.- replies Dock with a smile on his face
-may i ask you some question mrs...-
-Samantha White- answers the girl -And of course you can- she says politely
-Perfect. Are you here on holiday too?-
-No, i work here. I was on the stage, i'm an actress-
-Oh sure! now i remeber! you're one of the ten actors that were on the stage tonight! even if it isn't the right moment... congratulations! you act good!-
-Thanks- she replies shyly.
-Anyway, you have an alibi for the murder time, so i can let you go. Thanks for the time you gave me.-
-you're welcome, sir- and she goes away.
So he starts again his investigations. He finds a lot of dust and some black powder. "Intresting" he thinks. His belly starts grumbeling. It's 11:30 PM and he ate just somethig quickliy. So he decides to go to the bar to eat some delicious canapés. Even if it's a bit late, he finds a lot of people sitting there and he recognize some of the public that was in the theater. A men that was sitting near him during the play, says hello to him, and invites him to sit with he and his two friends. Dock takes 3 goods canapès and a coffee and sits with them. -let me introduce you Carl and Jack, and i'm John Plum.-
-It's a pleasure, i'm Paul Dock- smiles the detective.
-Do you know what happend there in the theater?-
-No i'm sorry i don't- lies Dock
-anyway it was a good play- says Carl
-Do you remember when the actors stopped for a moment just after the "murder"?- says John.
-Yes-
-Well i took a picture with my camera-
-Cool! can i see it?- asks Jack
-Sure, here is it-
the picture shows nine actors on the stage without masks. In those moment, Samantha White passes near them and says hello to the detective.
The four mens talk a bit more. Dock sees some tablets for depression.
-What about having breakfast together tomorrow?
-Good idea- replies the detective.
Dock comes back to his room at 1:30. He goes to bed and sleeps 'till 10 o'clock. He wears something quickly an dgoes down to the dinner room. He meets Carl and Jack but can't see John. A bit worried he goes with the other two friends to the John's room and knocks the door. No answer. The "cleaning lady" comes in that moment and asks what was happening.
-Our friend doesn't answer when we knock at the door. Can you help us?-
The women opens the door and starts screaming. John Plum was on the floor with blood on his head, the gun in the hand and a piece of paper that said: "i can't live with these havyness in the heart. I can't live without my wife."
Dock saw the man's phone on the table and takes it in secret. The last phoned was of the last night at 11:00 to Annie Plum.
-How is named his wife?-
-Annie Plum- answers Jack
-His camera disappeard!- says Carl
So Dock starts understand.
END OF THE SECOND CHAPTER! BYE
SECOND CHAPTER
Paul Dock was bent with the nose that pratically touch the floor. He studying the crime scene, as usual. He isn't convinced that the assassin is Elvira Gorrige. It would be too obvius. He doesn't find nothing intresting on the stage, so he goes behind of that.
-Can i help you sir, are you sick?- asks a female voice, seeing the detective with the nose on the floor.
-Oh, no thank you i'm good, i'm detective Dock, i was looking for something here.- replies Dock with a smile on his face
-may i ask you some question mrs...-
-Samantha White- answers the girl -And of course you can- she says politely
-Perfect. Are you here on holiday too?-
-No, i work here. I was on the stage, i'm an actress-
-Oh sure! now i remeber! you're one of the ten actors that were on the stage tonight! even if it isn't the right moment... congratulations! you act good!-
-Thanks- she replies shyly.
-Anyway, you have an alibi for the murder time, so i can let you go. Thanks for the time you gave me.-
-you're welcome, sir- and she goes away.
So he starts again his investigations. He finds a lot of dust and some black powder. "Intresting" he thinks. His belly starts grumbeling. It's 11:30 PM and he ate just somethig quickliy. So he decides to go to the bar to eat some delicious canapés. Even if it's a bit late, he finds a lot of people sitting there and he recognize some of the public that was in the theater. A men that was sitting near him during the play, says hello to him, and invites him to sit with he and his two friends. Dock takes 3 goods canapès and a coffee and sits with them. -let me introduce you Carl and Jack, and i'm John Plum.-
-It's a pleasure, i'm Paul Dock- smiles the detective.
-Do you know what happend there in the theater?-
-No i'm sorry i don't- lies Dock
-anyway it was a good play- says Carl
-Do you remember when the actors stopped for a moment just after the "murder"?- says John.
-Yes-
-Well i took a picture with my camera-
-Cool! can i see it?- asks Jack
-Sure, here is it-
the picture shows nine actors on the stage without masks. In those moment, Samantha White passes near them and says hello to the detective.
The four mens talk a bit more. Dock sees some tablets for depression.
-What about having breakfast together tomorrow?
-Good idea- replies the detective.
Dock comes back to his room at 1:30. He goes to bed and sleeps 'till 10 o'clock. He wears something quickly an dgoes down to the dinner room. He meets Carl and Jack but can't see John. A bit worried he goes with the other two friends to the John's room and knocks the door. No answer. The "cleaning lady" comes in that moment and asks what was happening.
-Our friend doesn't answer when we knock at the door. Can you help us?-
The women opens the door and starts screaming. John Plum was on the floor with blood on his head, the gun in the hand and a piece of paper that said: "i can't live with these havyness in the heart. I can't live without my wife."
Dock saw the man's phone on the table and takes it in secret. The last phoned was of the last night at 11:00 to Annie Plum.
-How is named his wife?-
-Annie Plum- answers Jack
-His camera disappeard!- says Carl
So Dock starts understand.
END OF THE SECOND CHAPTER! BYE
For the first couple months, that's what it really feels like; darkness, always there like the puppy you always wished for to follow you around.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
Please e-mail me or comment. Tell me if you like this segment or not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
