McEwan Case Files: Memories of Murder, Prologue
Memories of Murder,Prologue
Seven hours, one victim, three suspects, a murderer and copious amounts of paperwork later, McEwan wandered back through the peeling front door of his deteriorating semi, slouched through to the kitchen and staggered from cupboard to cupboard, slowly uniting the elements of a strong mug of tea. Settling on the least damaged mug, he made his way back toward the front of the house and retired to his living room, slumping into his flaking leather armchair. As he sipped tentatively from the mug, trying in vain not to scald his tongue, he thought.
He did some of his best thinking in his chair. He thought about many things, sometimes things that would prove to be case breaking. He hadn't had the chance today, but unlike the mystery of the mystery writer’s manuscript most cases turned out to be longer burning investigations with much simpler endings.
Ironic really, the more simple the method the harder it could be to catch the criminal.
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