Stanley Park, Vancouver (one of the settings in this story)
Welcome to my second, “Six Sentence Sunday.”
Angela has been rescued and now faces a policeman.
“A middle-aged man with a “don’t mess with me” look grabbed one of her kitchen chairs and sat opposite her. “I’m Detective Bonito.” His olive skin whispered Mediterranean ancestry, but the intensity of his coal black eyes screamed cop. He wore street clothes: brown khakis, and a worn leather flight jacket.
“Angela Carter,” she replied. “I’d shake your hand, but mine’s shaking.”
“I can see that,” he said, in a voice as hard as steel.”
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