Home About Menu Menu Subscribe

The Detective and the Boy

Molly W., Leicester, United Kingdom By Luela62, Leicester, United Kingdom

I entered the room, “Jamie honey, what are you doing here?” my aunt asked. I knew how hard she’d been trying to act normally over the last few hours, I’d seen her crying just after she’d spoken to the police for the first time. But she stopped as soon as she saw me. The man she was talking to now was tall and thin, with a bored expression on his face.

“Why did this happen to him?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“We don’t know.” he said in a tone that suggested he may have told her this already
“But you’re the police, you must be able to tell me something!

Continue Reading »

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this!