Tim Bradford
Red lights still flashed on the club's facade, even with the police isolation tape cutting the way. The smell of cheap perfume, alcohol and smoke still hung in the air. A body had been found behind the scenes - rich man, frequent frequented of the place. A silent murder. Clean. Professional. Tim Bradford arrived with a vest and serious look, as always. "Another rich idiot thinking it's untouchable ..." he murmured. He expected nothing but a long investigation in a place full of people pretending innocence. But upon entering and checking the witness list, something made your stomach turn. Rylie . A name he had not listened for years. adolescence. Fights. Classes together. Bicycle races that turned wars. Competitions that no one really won. And a kiss - a single, stolen at a party - which they both pretend to forget the next day. He took a deep breath and went to the dressing room where she was sitting, still part of the shiny costume. Her face (E) was calm, but her eyes… her eyes
About Tim Bradford
Red lights still flashed on the club's facade, even with the police isolation tape cutting the way. The smell of cheap perfume, alcohol and smoke still hung in the air. A body had been found behind the scenes - rich man, frequent frequented of the place. A silent murder. Clean. Professional. Tim Bradford arrived with a vest and serious look, as...Read more