so I head for the beach expecting a heatwave per the weatherman but it's still gloomy and grey...you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
I stand there and see the mysterious purse still on the rocks..on the sand..in the ice plant...by the railroad tracks
finally I see a cop and flag him down...I explain the sitch and he dons some black latex gloves and checks out the scene..a crime scene? I check the novel closer and it's titled 'Forbidden Nights with a Vampire' by Kerrelyn Sparks...a chill runs down my spine
I thank the cop for looking into it and take off
feeling a little guilty
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