The Unfortunate Life and Death of William Tell

The town hall clockchimed1-45 pm. Two wig wearing lawyers fell to the floor dead, one bullet killing both men instantly. The two men were laying outside a Crown court, it was a hot summers day. The mixed blood of the murdered men ran downhill in a little stream, until the hot sun assisted in its coagulation. The many onlookers, mostly customers, who up until a few minutes ago were hiding under the seats of the outside bar of The Red Lion Public house. They realised that the danger had gone, and started to creep out of their hidey holes. They saw the fast-drying blood and the two dead bodies lying there. So, it was in their nature to take selfies of themselves with the murdered bodies in the background. The crime scene had been well and truly compromised by the selfie brigade, and was then further annihilated by the police who had chased them away, but the damage had already been done. Two detectives turned up at the sorry looking crime scene, they looked around and tried unsuccessfully to work out where the shooter was. And then they had to determine which of the two male bodies was the intended victim. The resulting chase in catching the murderer, would lead to more dead bodies being found, and even more questions were being thrown at the detectives, that needed answering. They would soon find that the murderer, who knew that he was a suspect would start playing games with them, and show their own weaknesses. He was watching them; he knew their every move. The detectives would soon find out how dangerous this man could be.