The Big Wave in Little England

Technician with police car in background

Mack ground his cigarette with the toe of his wingtip shoes, pulled down his fedora and rucked his collar up against the lashing rain.

“Of all the places I coulda ended up,” he grumbled, “I had to land in this two-bit joint.”

He looked at the body lying on the pavement, a pool of blood surrounding the exit wound. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of the victim’s head. From the inside.

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