Sharp – a short crime story

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The drizzle had left a sheen on the tarmac that reflected the yellow streetlights, and Ray Sharp had to step on to the grass verge to dodge a pile of dog shit. His foot sank down, mud seeping through his shoes and into his socks. He cursed out loud and stomped off towards the block of menacingly uninviting high-rise flats ahead. Continue reading Sharp – a short crime story

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