The man in the grey overcoat looks over his shoulder. The bridge is empty. No witnesses. He leans over the snow-flecked railing. His eyes widen. The icy black water swells ominously below, beckoning him to come closer, closer… He leans…
The man in the grey overcoat looks over his shoulder. The bridge is empty. No witnesses. He leans over the snow-flecked railing. His eyes widen. The icy black water swells ominously below, beckoning him to come closer, closer… He leans…