The footsteps were fading away. Half the names on the list had already been crossed off. The old Donald had still no clue on how to find the right person, because his only witness had tried to write something as he was dying. Just a surname was written on the paper the witness gave him. Bridgeman. Unfortunately, there are over 15 people called Bridgeman just in his surroundings!surrounding neighborhood!
Donald walked through clayey sand on his way home. He was desperate. The hotel on the beach he worked all his live for was gone. It had burned down. Donald knew who iswas behind all of this, but he didn’t have the evidence to prove it. There was another hotel close to the beach, but it was less successful. He had never talked to the owner nor seen him or her, however he knew thatwho was the victim. He didn’t understand why his enemy had gone so far by killing one of his guests, just for a financial reason. Donald was a real businessman, but lately he was more acting like a crime investigator. All he wanted was revenge enand equality, nothing more.