https://open.spotify.com/episode/7vfId7PXaSniW78aVD9hVa?si=wrPGpK0ySM6F1M8VVypS3w The light was off, but the room wasn't dark. The light coming from the street lamps was flooding the space. A man was sitting in a rocking armchair near the window. He had a landline phone on his lap and the handset pressed against his ear. He was having a call with one of … Continue reading L-3: The Second Bottle
L-3: Murder in the Manor House
https://open.spotify.com/episode/1afpOWil9m3kcIALlj1BHI?si=3JpkN3H4SsyyptjmRLc8ew 'Gentlemen, this building is a piece of history. Two hundred years ago, it belonged to a very rich banker. He got rich on the inflation which destroyed many rich families at that time. I don't want to go into the details now. Suffice it to say that people didn't like the man. They didn't … Continue reading L-3: Murder in the Manor House
L-3: Three Bottles of Wine
The soldiers came to say good-bye to them. They liked this couple, the owners of a little restaurant on the edge of the little town.
L-3: In Hotel Room At Eleven
It was about eleven o'clock when he went to bed. But he couldn't sleep. The noises from the street and the memories of
L-3: At the Lighthouse
When they reached the old lighthouse, it was already dark. Every six or seven seconds, the lighthouse flashed a strong light to the sea, which was surrounding the island. The light went on and few seconds later, it was dark again. The men were standing around the door. They were waiting for the mayor of … Continue reading L-3: At the Lighthouse
L-3: Leather Case
'Yes, I remember this man,' she said as she put down her glasses.
L-3: At an Old House
The house looked deserted. It seemed that nobody had lived in it for many years. But they had no choice. It was raining cats and dogs and strong winds were starting to blow. They quickly needed to hide from the coming storm. blog: L-3: At an Old House As they were coming to the door, … Continue reading L-3: At an Old House
L-3: Message in the Bottle
Two men were standing on a bridge over a river. The city lights were on and the traffic was low. It was shortly after 11pm on a weekday. The streets were deserted just like the roads. The two men were a policeman and a psychologist. They were good friends, but they didn't work together. They … Continue reading L-3: Message in the Bottle
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