A coffee cleared Matthew's head of the hangover which he had been nursing for two days. He picked up the morning newspaper which his neighbour had dropped off just half an hour before. He lit a cigarette and pushed his breakfast tray to one side. He scoured over the first page before he came to the second.
Something about a triple death on Santa Monica beach...
He raised his eyebrows. This sort of thing rarely happened in such a close knit community.
He continued to read, he words following each other in his head but none quite making sense.
It was a Romeo and Juliet act, apparently...
Two young women...and a man.
Matthew dropped the coffee from his quivering hands and didn't feel a scold as the red hot liquid hit his trouser leg.
It was Louise.
She had done it...
She'd killed them...Jack and Rose.
THE END
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