D.I Lucy strode into the cordoned off section of the beach, lifting the yellow tape to get across. The urgent call had come right as she was about to brew her morning coffee. She didn’t get to make it and was positively irritated, made all the more worse by the huge smile spread across her partner D.S Fenworthy’s face. Who smiles at a crime scene?
Fenworthy had arrived the beach ahead of Lucy and waved her to the site, where two boats rested. He handed her a plastic cup with black coffee. She was grateful, but irked by his morning joy, decided not to show it.
“So, what do we have?” She asked, surveying the scene and making sure not to trample on anything.
“Two boats“, he began, “all geared up for journey but with no sign of travel. The renters have been missing, no one saw anything”.
D.I Lucy looked bored, “and they dumped the case on our homicide unit, why?”
“The boss specifically requested us”. He paused, “One of them is his daughter”.
word count: 175 words. This post in response to a Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge, where each week we are provided with a picture to write a 75-175 word story surrounding it. Thank you very much for this week’s picture @tj Paris.
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