Why did it happen
So this is a little something that I’ve been working on, please if you like even just a little bit can you lease leave some feedback.
Blurb -
In a small town in North Carolina a young forensic journalist is informed of her best friends murder and faces a crime with no clues , no suspects and the death of her mother.
Chapter one – Prologue
I watched from beneath the old oak tree sitting on the edge of Oak street facing two houses that I was most familiar with. I watched as he walked up to her mothers house, a bouquet or daisies in one hand and his phone in the other. Always with a bunch of daisies, her mothers favourite flower. Same time every day, only today was different, instead of spending hours at the house, she walked him down the garden path to the letterbox. She embraced him tightly and I felt my jaw clench, my fingers curled around my Canon EOS 6d sitting in my lap. I lifted it to my left eye and took a few candid snaps with my telephoto lens.
Pictures of the embrace as well as him waving back to her as he crossed the street to his own front yard. My camera picked up something interesting that I had forgotten about over time, Mrs. Wincroft had security cameras. I quickly snapped pictures of each camera and where I thought they would point to, specifically ones that would point to his house across the street.
Quickly without paying attention t my surroundings I sped off in the direction of my home, needing to make a quick pit stop on the way. Later in the afternoon as darkness fell over the small town of Hickory, North Carolina I sat alone in my car, once again facing his house. I watched Max Wincroft and Mrs. Wincroft walk up to their front door and close the blinds once inside. My attention then shifted to Jordan Browne’s beat up, noisy Honda Civic as it spluttered down the quiet street passed my car before coming to a screeching stop in the driveway of his childhood home. I watched as he took the groceries inside, leaving the back door open to the kitchen.
The shutter to my Canon 6d closing and reopening multiple times in a single minute. I flipped my hood over my head as I exited the car, careful not to be caught n the security cameras without my hood over my head. Hiding in the shadows of the old oak tree.
This was it, tonight he would take his last breath. Tonight, she will be mine.