A Whateley Academy Tale
A Sara Waite story by Branwen Gillen
Waves rolled over rocks far below where Otto stood leaning against the railing of his balcony, overlooking the iron grey ocean. The steaming cup of cocoa warmed his hands and face as he sipped it gingerly. Tiny sporadic flakes of snow drifted on the breeze, stinging his face as each alighted on his drawn, unshaven, face. He breathed in the salty scent of the ocean spray, trying to centre himself.
The sound of a car pulling up the driveway on the other side of the house called his attention back to the dark, empty interior. Wandering back inside, he picked his way through the mess of his living room, converted months ago into a crisis room. Free-standing cork boards covered in photographs and maps, different coloured strings cross-crossing between linked pieces of information, clues and persons of interest.