THE CHASE

Essay-story
It was a cold damp wintry evening there were tall buildings almost through the clouds, but there was only one thing that stood out, the jewelry shop was throwing light, bright shiny light.
Along the road were even more shops, each one bigger than the one before and across the road was the abandoned elderly field.
Malcolm, slight, sturdy, and strong but with a bad memory had just sat down to his feast.

Down the shadowy stairs across the corridor into the room “oh no I’m late” cried Malcolm; Malcolm was never late he was always there 1 hour early and finished 1 hour late however it wasn’t an ordinary night for Malcolm it began when he had recently been given a 3 month trial for the police detective lineup and he had received his first case he found out that one of his colleagues from the station is involved with the drug dealers that he was trying to trap, so Malcolm had to keep his mouth shut and prove he could crack this case to establish himself as one of the...