The Photographer (Book #1 D.I. Marsh series)

It had taken a long time to plan, to think things through, covering every detail, every possibility and now it was time to begin his work. He was not going to be second best any longer he was to take centre stage and be noticed. Yes, he most certainly was going to be noticed and prove to her that he was the best.

Taking a couple of steps backwards produced a smile across the now sweating face. It had been hard work but the results were very pleasing. A true artist has to put 110% into every detail of the planning and execution, yes that was the appropriate word, execution; the planning and execution of every artistic creation should be a window into the genius of the artist themselves.

This exhibition was very pleasing. Taking a last look around and straightening a black frame on the wall the artist collected the last of the preparation tools.

“Now for the public to marvel at my work and the journey to begin, my first exhibition is OPEN!” The Artist walked towards the door replacing the black leather gloves over long fingers, a satisfied grin broke through a cruel mouth. “Now Detective Marsh what will you make of my artistic style?” The door closed with a quiet click.