The Beach.

"I never liked him. You thought the opposite though. Said he'd take you to the finest places you'd ever seen."

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The beach is a fine one. She's lying on the sand in her bikini, looking up at the sky.

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"He came sailing in on his yacht one day. You were hooked from the moment you first laid eyes on him."

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Some people recognize her. They've seen her around, but they can't remember who she was with.

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"He was a sweet talker. Promised you diamonds as big as your fist."

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The diamond isn't that big, but it still stands out, on that little chain around her neck. Must have cost a fortune.

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"He said he'd take you to places where there were people. Young. Beautiful. Rich. Many."

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There are many people on this beach today. It's high, roaring noon and the sun beats down on them.

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"He said all these things. Claimed that you'd flourish. You were a girl who was set in the stars, he said."

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It's a hot day and she's been lying there for hours now. But she still can't get a tan.

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"I don't blame you. It's not exactly the centre of the world here. We're just a small farming community. Can't compete against the big, wide world."

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She's in love. She danced with him the night before on his yacht, when the moon was bright, way out in the blue.

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"So you left. I didn't want you to leave, but Mom was too laid-back and you were too insistent."

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She's quite the looker. It figures. She's beautiful. She must have always been the centre of attention.

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"I don't mind that much really. But...you've got to write us. Why don't you ever write? We're your family, after all."

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It's an exclusive part of the beach. Only certain people are allowed in that area at this time. Important people only.

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"Still, I hope you're alright. I hope that he's taking proper care of you...and that you don't regret leaving us behind..."

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She's a young, white female about eighteen years old. She's pretty, wearing a red bikini, and has a diamond that you could retire on. She's been lying on the beach for hours now, lying under the oppressive heat of the sun. She can't get a tan though and everyone shakes their heads and sighs.

Yes, it's definitely a homicide. Throat slashed. Washed up here about eight o'clock this morning. Been dead for about twenty-four hours now. Poor girl. Bet she came looking for the high life in the sun, but I guess she only found death.

Not everything is as it appears at first glance. Look harder, pretty girl, look harder...