"Morning," greeted Isla, smiling cheekily.

   "Morning." replied back David.

   "We've been informed his name, Tom Thorne...," she said, looking at the body, "... a 25-years-old sailor."

   "Was he married?" asked David 

   "Nope, He was single," responded Isla, "He lives at Folkestone."

...

   "Drugs had been found in the boat," exclaimed David, standing in front of the investigation board, "Fingerprints are being analysed at the moment and body also by the forensic investigator. Our job, for now, is to check on all of the CCTV from Folkestone to the White Cliffs and house-to-house inquiry. Isla and I will investigate the fishermen and his house along with the scientific police." he explained to the team, "Ok, on work now."

   "Let's go, Isla," he added when he finished going to get the car. They both mounted in. David turned on the keys and engine rumbled and revved up the way.

They flung open the doors and descended off the vehicle and ambled up the way to the shore, watching the picturesque view, feeling the air blowing on their faces, their hair swaying to and fro along with the breezes. They asked the fishermen the last time they spotted him but all of them shrugged. Some would say that there was a thunderstorm ahead the other night and got home early. They wandered away pessimistically until someone stopped them. It was a group of four fishermen. The first one was a pot-bellied dark-skinned along with a handlebar moustache, the second was slightly tan with grey-coloured eyes and the two others were beige. 

   "So you're the ones solving the case?" demanded beige-coloured.

   "Yeah."

   "Well... erm... we were a close group of five friends of fishermen." the flabby round-bellied dark-skinned said, "We last saw him, going clandestinely out in the vast sea that very night at about eight. He didn't tell us where he was going for. We waited for him but there was a thunderstorm ahead by then and we went away, despite this he didn't come back. We worried a lot for him."

   "All right then, fine, thanks though," David said.   

They went to the vehicle and went to the dead fisherman's house. 

...  

Reaching there, they got off, walked to the house, showing their ID and passing through the barricaded entry. The scientific police were there already on the move, searching the house down. One of them came suddenly in front of them, scaring Isla along with his equipment. He unmasked himself. He had a light beard and moustache. He gave a sober look, frowning and launched himself, "Cannabis and Heroine drugs were found in his fridge drawer and underneath his bed mattress." he said showing them the plastic packaged drugs.

   "Jesus Christ." blurted Isla, his eyes wide-opened.

   "He must be a smuggler," exclaimed David, "But to whom did he bootlegged."

...