TWILIGHT TOWN - PROLOGUE
She sat at the window of her elegant Victorian house, watching the dusk flow slowly through the Avenue. Although it wasn’t late, the Avenue was empty, and the silence was broken only by blasts of wind against the bright glasses of the window. Her head was gently leant on the long pink curtain which scraped the floor, and her eyes were veiled by a sad melancholy. She continued to regard the emptiness, on the hook of someone who knew he would never come back. All at once, a man came out of the alley which entered on Sunset Avenue, the road which the woman was observing. He was tall, covered by a dark long coat and a cowboy hat of the same colour which hid his face. But to the woman, when she saw him, it seemed she knew him all along. The man headed toward the elegant Victorian house and, read the name on the door, he knocked on it three times. Three knocks, and the woman awakened from her apathy. She raised up and ran to the door. Before opening it, she inspired deeply and so, unhopeful, she opened it looking into the unknown’s eyes.
“So, how did it happened?” she said, without any preamble.
“Dottor Cotter was killed." - he answered- "But that which matters isn’t who has done it, but the way in which the killer has accomplished his dirty job."
