5:00 a.m, White Cliffs of Dover

          The sky was dawn-tinted and the body was laying on the soft sand. The gulls squawking, flying above the sea, hunting for their preys. Detective Inspector David crossed the cordon tape, lifting it up and ducked down and passing through it. There was a cram-full lot of media and people were surrounded outside the cordon tape, the barricade tape noted on it: 

POLICE  DO NOT CROSS

He strolled down the beach reaching the corpse, covered up by a shroud. 

   "Did you informed her parents?" he asked Isla, the Detective Sergeant, raising the cloth and taking a look.

   "Not yet," Isla replied, squinting her eyes because of the wind.

   "Well... we'll visit them and tell them and inquire to them." said David, "Better note down some pieces of information and details about the death."

They both patrolled up to the top of the cliff, joining with the forensic pathologist, Ella. 

   "The footsteps' only matching hers, there's no other," she stated, spotting them.

   "And did anyone asked about the address of the girl here?" demanded Isla.

   "Yep, Folkstone, about 10 miles away," answered Ella, frowning.

   "Well... we're going to investigate her parents." announced David, ambling to the black car and mounting in the driver's seat, "Come on." he beckoned to Isla and she clambered in too. The car rumbled and revved up the way to the address of her parents.

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