Kurze englische Kriminalgeschichte

The detective asked into the wide space of the dinning room of Dark Mayor house:
"What did you do an last sunday?"
"I read a book" Shirley answeared.
But noone but Shirley knows that she cooked a lie.
The black fured cat of Shirley was walking around her feet and licked the almost dried blood from her paw. A horrible sound was reaching the ears of the two people in the cottage near the catseye coldwind coast, maybe from the waves of the dark ocean. The detective decided to leave this most weird place on earth he could remember and crossed the road to Bloodwoodshire.

What he had seen this foggy night scared him to the utmost. He was directly looking in the bloodshot green eyes of the goddess of smooth power...

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