Friday Fictioneers – 4th September 2015
30 Minute Warning (100 words)
He’s gonna kill again,” she sobbed. “Hurry, there’s not much time!”
Detective Markovitz rubbed his grizzled jaw and reached for his notebook. “OK, when and where?” he growled, shaking the fog of sleep from his weary mind.
* * *
“Look, there’s a light on the sixth floor.” Detective Pierce pointed with two stained fingers, cigarette pinched between them. Markovitz’ gaze followed the amber glow to where light streamed from an opening to be swallowed by the night. A silhouette swept across the window and something large fell silently to the street.
The Oracle had been right, once again they were too late.