Inspector Sunday

 

Inspector SundayAA 11Aug

Inspector Sunday examined the room in minute detail. His deadly enemy, Adrian Cheng, might be anywhere. But the sinister arch-criminal and master of disguise was nowhere to be see.

“Perhaps a coffee would help?” the tocking of the clock seemed to say. Sunday considered the suggestion, and gave in to its subtle persuasion…

“I’ll find you,” Sunday muttered, a few minutes later, sipping the latté, slowly.

©Stephen Tanham

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