Well, you all know the drill… Our beloved BWG's do not belong to me, and I'm not trying to make money out of them, by writing this. This is just out of fun!
Now to the good stuff: this story happens months after my previous story, Never Second Best, in which a new member of the BWG's is introduced, Annie Dugan (and that one IS mine! ). Anyway, I tried to make a short summary of the previous events within this story so you guys don't have to read the other one.
And last but not the least, THANK YOU MARY!, for editing this (which sometimes may prove hard since English is not my native language) and for all your valuable input. If it wasn't for your wonderful ideas (one in particular ;)) this story might have never been written.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have fun!
Should Old Acquaintances Be Forgot?
The scissors slowly cut through the newspaper, its blades concentrating on a single picture on the centre of the page. In the picture there was a blonde haired young woman and a red haired young man, both in their early twenties, with their arms around a skinny teenage girl. The title above read NYC Murdered Heir Avenged; One More Victory for our Local PI. But the blades weren't interested in the story. The picture was all that mattered… One more picture.
The man holding the scissors finally let out his breath as if he had been afraid of somehow ruining the clipping he now held gently in his hand. Methodically, as if he had done this time and time again, he glued it into a big photo album, almost full with other newspaper clippings. And they all had something in common: the blonde young woman, from a budding teenager till adulthood.
As soon as the picture was in its rightful place, his emotions seemed to finally explode. His strong hands crumpled the newspaper and threw it across the room. As it hit the wall, it unfolded and the title became visible: The Sleepyside Sun.