Challenge Submission Life's a Beach

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Challenge Submission Life's a Beach

Miss Malice

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Life's a Beach....
And then you die.

There was an early morning chill in the air as John Raven's black booted feet stepped onto the damp sand and across the yellow tape to come upon the scene of death. A few early birds stood spectating the scene before them as John watched the crime scene photographers perform their work. Another young female was dead. It was their third this month and John was getting tired of playing games with the killer.

"This one was a fighter." Ramsey spoke softly, once he noted John's arrival to the scene, nodding towards the bruised and beaten girl that lay before them. The beach air breezed around them as the fog began to slowly lift. The crowd surrounding the yellow tape was starting to grow as the sun tried to come out between the heavy clouds.

How did she end up life this? A young girl and the last fighting moments of her life. The look on her face seemed peaceful almost as if she hadn't died fighting. This girl was someone's daughter, someone's friend, and someone cared for her. It was always hard to notify the family and even worse when they needed to ID the body.

John casted his head down to take his first good look at the young girl that lay carelessly on the sand before him. The detective's brown eyes widened as he took in the familiar face. His heart began to pound heavily and his stomach began to churn as he looked into the face of his youngest daughter Savannah.​
 
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