The mysteries of Brooks Rivers
The mysteries of Brooks Rivers and Erin Crossman
The street lamps flickered as the cold October winds howled through the street. A chill had settled over London, the fall brining harsh winds from the north in. a lone woman stood on the corner as she watched once again a young man walk down the street with a hooker. " I see well I think I have watched this man long enough it's time to play with a partner in my games of murder." the woman with a smirk turned on her heels and clacked all the way back to her car.
"To my house I have a job for my dear friend." with that the driver roared down the street to the house that the dirty blonde woman called home.
London on a Monday morning was not the best place to be. Certainly so when you are a new arrival. With cars whizzing by and people shouting one is understandably so easy to get lost. This was no different for Erin