Murder on the Pier
by Jere Myles
His time was coming, just like his running, his life was improving with every step he took. Held back only by the speed with which he chose to race, and the people he had to pass on his way. He was indeed on his way to ... His thoughts stopped as he noticed them. But by then, it was too late. And no one would hear him scream. There would be no race next week.