Of Jackets and Phones [Third Draft]

"And that's when I realised I was probably holding back vital information from the police."
When Agnetha King's favourite teacher is murdered she vows to find his killer before the Chief Detective, but as she searches for the killer, she unravels the hard past of a quiet man...


Dear reader,

If you are reading this then you are inside police files. That should be okay, as you should have security one clearance to be here, if not…well, I don’t know why you’d be here in the first place.

My name is Agnetha King. Detective Inspector King. This is the story of my beginning, why I joined the police force at 16, of how I lost a good friend but gained two others in one week. We turned the town around. Read on to find out what exactly happened on my first 'case'.

This is: A Tale of Jackets And Phones.

Agnetha King 


Dearest A,

(I can call you ‘A’ right? -For security purposes). Well here I am in A US SIR (work it out for yourself; I know you’re clever enough!) I don’t have much time to write, but at least I’m not on the run anymore. I am with a rich family, I’m their kids’ teacher, like a governess in the olden days. Look at me, a teacher! You’d have thought I’d be sick of teachers after everything that’s happened, but I suppose I’ve got a lot to say and teach about- and still a lot to learn!

How are you?

Thanks for everything. I will try and keep you posted.

Yours lovingly, C. xxx

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