"He didn't have the acumen to walk away from trouble." Mr Croup held his light over the stream and watched a small trail of bubbles rippling the surface.

The oleaginous slick atop the open sewer swept past, floating debris disturbing the random rainbow swirls. A shoe bobbed to the surface briefly, before slowly sinking again.

"Shame, Mr Croup." Mr Vandemar leaned against the wall, cleaning blood from beneath his fingernails. "Should have been watching his back, might have seen the knife coming."

All sign of the body now swept away. "He allowed avarice to adumbrate sense, never a wise decision."


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