This is the space to tell us how you would answer the writing prompt that appears in CrimeBits on page 29.
He should have known.
There should have been a sign.
A way of seeing what was about to happen.
He should have felt it.
It wouldn’t have helped him.
The clock was ticking, the minutes and seconds passing by, without him realising.
He would be dead in an hour and he wouldn’t see it coming.
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The money hadn’t come easy. For the past one-hundred and eighty days, he had been at the beck and call of the lowest-ranking officers of the syndicate. Not doing particularly dangerous jobs- worse. The ones that kept him awake at night. Taking from the impoverished. Threatening the honest, but desperate.
Not to work his way into the gang. Not for his own benefit. But to surprise Andre.
Andre, his little brother, and the only other living family he had left. This money would ensure Andre never had to put his nose in the muck like this. His kid brother could buy his own food, clothes, even go to school one day.
Thirty minutes prior, he had just finished the job that would ensure Andre’s Christmas. Twenty minutes ago, he got on the Metro home, a single of Fighting Cock in his coat pocket calming his post-dirt nerves. Ten minutes ago, he didn’t see the two men follow him off the train at his neighborhood stop.
The money hadn’t come easy. For the past one-hundred and eighty days, he had been at the beck and call of the lowest-ranking officers of the syndicate. Not doing particularly dangerous jobs- worse. The ones that kept him awake at night. Taking from the impoverished. Threatening the honest, but desperate.
Not to work his way into the gang. Not for his own benefit. But to surprise Andre.
Andre, his little brother, and the only other living family he had left. This money would ensure Andre never had to put his nose in the muck like this. His kid brother could buy his own food, clothes, even go to school one day.
Thirty minutes prior, he had just finished the job that would ensure Andre’s Christmas. Twenty minutes ago, he got on the Metro home, a single of Fighting Cock in his coat pocket calming his post-dirt nerves. Ten minutes ago, he didn’t see the two men follow him off the train at his neighborhood stop.
He was entirely engrossed in the trove of evidence she brought for him. This was his chance to finally make a name for himself. Every step along the way, he has had to work five times as hard as all the rest to prove himself. Not anymore! This would earn him the rank and assignments he was worthy of – not because he was the son of the revered Chief they all idolized, but because he was the latest, improved model.
Dear old Dad let this one get away. With this evidence, he should be able to prove not only who the killer was, but also how corrupt the force has gotten. Each of the men were paid off handsomely to stall their investigation. If he could figure out who was behind such a conspiracy and the motive – he knows he’ll have won.
He’s amazed it was so easy for him to track her down and convince her to show him what she’s kept hidden for all these years. Of course, his good looks and charm had much to do with it. The ladies have never found it easy to turn him down.
He was entirely engrossed in the trove of evidence she brought for him. This was his chance to finally make a name for himself. Every step along the way, he has had to work five times as hard as all the rest to prove himself. Not anymore! This would earn him the rank and assignments he was worthy of – not because he was the son of the revered Chief they all idolized, but because he was the latest, improved model.
Dear old Dad let this one get away. With this evidence, he should be able to prove not only who the killer was, but also how corrupt the force has gotten. Each of the men were paid off handsomely to stall their investigation. If he could figure out who was behind such a conspiracy and the motive – he knows he’ll have won.
He’s amazed it was so easy for him to track her down and convince her to show him what she’s kept hidden for all these years. Of course, his good looks and charm had much to do with it. The ladies have never found it easy to turn him down.
The next thing he had to do was move quickly. They would be back before too long, but for now the house was empty and he was tied to a chair in the middle of the loungeroom. If he could hop over to the kitchen and open the cupboards somehow he would have a knife, or maybe he could try a move that is probably only realistic in films. Swaying the chair back and forward until in broke. Either way he needed to act now.