Chapter 1
The night was as dark as you'd expect it to be. The air was cold, very cold so cold you could see the frost settling on the grass. The quiet was broken by a sudden scream of terror cut off almost as it has began! Then it was back to the dark cold silence.
The morning after hercule poirot was eating his normal breakfast of high protein kippers with a avacado. The new training programme he was following meant he had to eat right, gone were the days of the full fat and very little exercise. After the initial bet with captain Hastings to see who could lose the most weight and get fit for a charity MMA fight (which poirot has comfortably beaten Hastings!) he decided to carry on the programme. Hastings being a good sport had taken the 12 second first round knock out with dignity and held no grudge.
Poirot got up and dropped to the floor for a quick 50 press ups before getting dressed. At that moment Hastings walked in.
'I say old boy! Isn't that a bit much this early?'
'Ah Hastings! No not at all mon a mi! It's this strict discipline that enabled me to how shall we say? Handed your ass to you on a plate?'
'Fair point!' He sat down and poured himself a coffee.
'Much on this moment old boy? If not fancy a run in the car?'
'Ah hastings why not? It's a sunny day and the guns need to be shown!'
Hastings chuckled 'Jesus poirot! Your going to be knee deep in pussy!'
Five minutes later poirot was in a sweat vest maximising his physic to the max! Just as they where about to leave the phone rang.
'Poirot? It's inspector jap from Scotland Yard! Get that toned ass of yours down here pronto! Something strange has happened in tbe neighbourhood and we need your help!'