DEATH IS FOR THEY DYING - EPISODE SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Angelo’s was a ten-minute walk from my office. I’d called a taxi for Kimberley and waved her off. She was in no fit state to do anything but go home and rest. The walk was a pleasant walk adjacent to the harbour. Stacks of rock formed giant sculptures five miles offshore and my attention was momentarily caught by them. A flat barge was making its way to the salmon cages further out towards the sea. The surface of the water was marked by the mussel strings, the floats looking like large beads on a string. The place was quiet. Shutting down for the day. Wading birds busily pecking at the seaweed on the beach. A hired mini-bus stopped just in front of me to let out a girl to be violently sick on the promenade. The girl had her leg tied to her friends, a
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