noir fiction

#70 – Blood

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Ella raised the police tape and stepped into the the dead woman’s apartment.

As an open crime scene, no clean up crew had visited and the detective was soon swamped with a sweet, putrid smell of decay.  She lifted a menthol-laced handkerchief to her mouth.

As fruit-fattened bluebottles zipped around her, Ella thought about her next move.  She’d been careful to come alone: the killer wanted her to himself.  He wanted her and he would be watching.

She sat at the head of the blood-drenched dining table and waited.

“Come and get me, you bastard,….”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Abigail Keenan via Unsplash.

Another in the cat-and-mouse chain story between Sid and Ella.  Read both previous posts by clicking here.

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