Hugh Hamilton
It had. There was still the large and unsightly vomit stain on the carpet, though now it looked as though someone had made a rushed job of cleaning it up and failed miserably. The body, however, was missing. Ben took the opportunity to search the room.
Hugh awoke to the sound of laughter. He quickly climbed out of bed and looked out the door. Two men were stumbling down the corridor and bursting into hysterics at random intervals, still drunk from the previous night. Hugh quickly ducked his head back into the cabin as they grew near and waited until they passed.
Ben's search brought about the discovery of a gun, which he'd found under a wad of carefully folded red shirts in a drawer. The cold metal felt very strange in his hands; this was a new experience for him. Realising that it would be best if his fingerprints weren't on the gun, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it clean. All of a sudden he was aware of footsteps coming from outside. He put the gun back in the drawer and carefully peeked out into the corridor. The two drunk men stopped staggering for a moment and began looking at a light socket on the wall with great amusement. Ben quickly sped out past them and around to the side rail of the ship. He grabbed the metal bars and began to watch the sea, as any casual soul would. A dull five minutes of sight seeing passed before Ben was grabbed around the neck by Grace and thrown overboard.
No comments:
Post a Comment