McNabb

Nala laid, dead. Her hands placed gently over her fragile body. McNabb began to write down notes and Hannah Lowell, the witness, began to explain: "she was mugged, a man came up to us, took our money and shot her, her last words were; look left. I don't know why can you..." She was soon cut off by McNabb, "left is the pier, which direction did he run?" He asked. Hannah pointed right, it didn't add up. Why was the old, broken and decayed pier so much to what was a small, pretty and intelligent person and why was she shot and not Hannah?

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