The cafe owner behind the theatre hid the murder weapon fast. The handle on the long knife was chipped. There had been a struggle. The police were getting closer. The cafe only had one exit, it was blocked by a line of taxis and now the sirens blared. Flashing lights filled the cafe from the North facing window.
Amongst the rush there was no time to breathe. The police ran through the cafe with sniffer dogs. They had already decided on who the suspect was. The dogs had been primed on who they needed to find.
The cafe owner was wrong. There was another exit to the cafe. The downstairs cellar opened out onto the Lock and a small canal ran past. The police stormed past the owner. He was safe. They were on to a different trail. He could finish his coffee, for now at least.
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