‘Aren’t you going to tackle him?’ I said.

‘All in good time,’ they said.

Back in my apartment they wandered around, the way police officers do, while we talked.

‘Mind if we look around?’ they said.

‘No,’ I said

One of them walked into the kitchen.

‘Mind if I take a look in the fridge?’ he said.

‘No,’ I said; but as I said it I knew, I suddenly knew without any doubt, what would be in it.

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Colin Pink lives in London, England and writes plays, novels and short-stories. He won 2nd prize in the 1999 London Writers Competition for his play 'Crawling'. His scary stories have been published in the print anthology 'Tales from Tartarus' and the magazine Enigmatic Tales. He recently completed a novel 'Erase and Rewind'.

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colin@cpink.demon.co.uk