Waterfalls have a way of deceptively looking peaceful but get caught in the rapids and you’ll quickly be sucked under.
Artyom’s skin was burning. Not in the metaphorical sense but the real life, stuck in a building that was on fire, kind of burning.
The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.
The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.