Mrs Stone's Whale Watchers

From the Mountains to the Sea

Dacey #31

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I sighed as I saw the dead giant bee, this was the fourth one this week and even for a forensic police officer that’s alot of bodies.

I pull up my work case and pick up my camera. I placed the sting around my neck and close it.

In sap a few pictures as my partner takes some blood sample.

A shiver runs down my spine and I look around, why did we even agreed to coming to the forest without an armed escort there could be anything in here.

I turn around and… a bee sting in the chest.

 

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