Ive Promised a little part of the book Ive been working on

The foghorns screamed as if possessed by a banshee. The lights of the police cruisers light up the pier as they bounce off the heavy fog. The sailboats in the harbor were swaying, waving, calling to those looking on. Here in the city by the bay it’s a usual thing to see and hear all the sounds, the sounds that carry their own personal stories. Detective McCormick wiping the fogs mist from his worn glasses, his ragged tired face drawn in a scowl the crumbs from his Reuben sandwich from lunch still fighting to hold on to the mustache showing his true age “Its just another three months till my retirement, and I could’ve went the rest of my life without seeing something like this. What a waste of a life he was such a great kid.” With his head bowed “To die that way, a nasty way to go. I told the captain I told him to keep these newbie’s away from any of the serious stuff. Does anyone know his family I gotta tell his family?” as he crouches under the crime tape with a look of disgust. Family he asks does anyone know his family.

Thadada thats all folks!!