'Tranquil Beauty'
The criminal:
I read the information in wonder and as I did so, the unusual events of this morning were elucidated. Belle had accessed my computer and tried to delete the file so that I would have never known the fact that she was part of the Mafia. But, she could not finish her job because Angelo most likely entered the police station to start the day's work. She had to escape and get home quickly before anyone noticed her.
When I, without a call, turned up at her house, Belle had returned home for a few minutes only because her face was still flushed and her breathing was heavy. She did not reject my asking her a few questions about her husband because she wanted to find out how much I knew about her and Claudio. Belle was the murderer, but why did she want to kill her husband?
I looked out the window. The moon, stars and the black satin curtain upon which they hung had taken their place in the sky and movement had begun to dissipate from the streets. I went out of my office to find that nearly everyone had gone home. It was time to take the ultimate step: convicting the criminal.
A cold breeze had brewed in the city, stalking every person that wandered along the streets. I pulled the cloak tighter around my body as the frost in the air bit into my skin and sank to my bones. I walked passed the café Belle was at this morning and suddenly, the shot of a gun exploded from the morbid silence of the night. The sound had originated from somewhere very close by and I darted my eyes around the vicinity, finally spotting two dark figures on the Domani Bridge, above a canal, hostility spacing them metres apart. Belle was one of them. I could tell because of the familiar coat, beret and the meagre light that fell upon that beautiful face from the street lamp. She was yelling at the figure opposite her who was obscured in my vision by a tree. What could Belle be doing? I advanced towards the bridge, close enough to hear the argument between them.
"Why did you lie to me for so long?" It was a deep, male voice and every word was pronounced with asperity. As I approached the foot of the bridge in stealth, I caught sight of the appearance of the man Belle was with but it was just not possible for it to be him.I was staring right at a man who was supposed to be dead, murdered by his own wife, Belle! Claudio's eyes were burning with hatred, his pale face stark against the rich, black skin of the night.
"TELL ME WHY, SHEENA YELOSKA!" Claudio practically screamed.
I read the information in wonder and as I did so, the unusual events of this morning were elucidated. Belle had accessed my computer and tried to delete the file so that I would have never known the fact that she was part of the Mafia. But, she could not finish her job because Angelo most likely entered the police station to start the day's work. She had to escape and get home quickly before anyone noticed her.
When I, without a call, turned up at her house, Belle had returned home for a few minutes only because her face was still flushed and her breathing was heavy. She did not reject my asking her a few questions about her husband because she wanted to find out how much I knew about her and Claudio. Belle was the murderer, but why did she want to kill her husband?
I looked out the window. The moon, stars and the black satin curtain upon which they hung had taken their place in the sky and movement had begun to dissipate from the streets. I went out of my office to find that nearly everyone had gone home. It was time to take the ultimate step: convicting the criminal.
A cold breeze had brewed in the city, stalking every person that wandered along the streets. I pulled the cloak tighter around my body as the frost in the air bit into my skin and sank to my bones. I walked passed the café Belle was at this morning and suddenly, the shot of a gun exploded from the morbid silence of the night. The sound had originated from somewhere very close by and I darted my eyes around the vicinity, finally spotting two dark figures on the Domani Bridge, above a canal, hostility spacing them metres apart. Belle was one of them. I could tell because of the familiar coat, beret and the meagre light that fell upon that beautiful face from the street lamp. She was yelling at the figure opposite her who was obscured in my vision by a tree. What could Belle be doing? I advanced towards the bridge, close enough to hear the argument between them.
"Why did you lie to me for so long?" It was a deep, male voice and every word was pronounced with asperity. As I approached the foot of the bridge in stealth, I caught sight of the appearance of the man Belle was with but it was just not possible for it to be him.I was staring right at a man who was supposed to be dead, murdered by his own wife, Belle! Claudio's eyes were burning with hatred, his pale face stark against the rich, black skin of the night.
"TELL ME WHY, SHEENA YELOSKA!" Claudio practically screamed.