Lets Bury a Body Under the Sand
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The Receiver of Wisdom usually preferred to stay indoors; a sense of isolation once shared by Walter. But in his case, such a lifestyle had been forced upon him. Both men had lived in this city for a very long time, and it opened new avenues for them.
With the creation of a beach ‘coincidentally’ as air conditioners throughout the city broke, nearly everyone flooded into the place at once. Like a sinners version of Noah’s Ark; the idiotic masses of this city getting on the beach two by two.
Such depravity was an event that needed to be witnessed and judged by someone who was far above them. Walter was that man, and even if Henry had no plans to visit the beach he would have been forced soon enough.
So now they stood having entered the beach, the killer especially sticking out like a sore thumb. Compared to most who had gotten into bathing suits, his trench-coat outfit stayed on.
“So here we are. Best stay close, Receiver. Such crowds are not something we both know you take comfort in.” Even reaching out to Eileen had broken away from his normal routine.
