ok, fuck it. gonz in amsterdam.
the chief inspector eyed the bloated jewish corpse with keen eyes. a packet of cheesy doritos was still clutched in one hand, the powder from those corn snacks caked to the thumb and forefinger of the other. he moved the jacket aside and frowned at the curious logo on the shirt. what was 'hollyoaks nights' he wondered.
"see anything suspicious?" sgt. vrost asked.
the chief inspector shook his head and looked round to where the corpse would have been staring. row upon row of windows greeted him, all showing a gyrating woman of the night. it was a closed case to him, and yet another of amsterdams 'virgin heart-attacks'
(quintsy, Thu 18 Oct 2012, 15:42, Reply)