Write your own detective fiction story! Charles McDougall, Scotland Yard’s best Inspector, is laid up in the hospital with a badly broken leg, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the clock! An online news headline describing a tragic gas leak/explosion catches his eye. Four people died: a housewife, a minor politician, a young chemist, and the daughter of a local mobster. Somehow, using only clues from the internet (and what he can worm out of his coworkers), he has to figure out which of those people was the actual target, and why.

200 word challenge! Answer the planning questions first to get you thinking! You only have 200 words, so you won't be able to tie up all the lose ends, just paint a picture!

Sentence starters:
"Watch the leg, Watson!"

Wincing in pain

Glued to his laptop screen, he scoured...

"Ah ha!"

Curious, he thought, how one person could be in two places at once... The photos from the Charity Gala Ball would prove invaluable... He knew three things now:

1.Who was the actual target?

2.Why were they the actual target?

3.Who was the killer who set off the explosion?

4.What clues will point Detective Charles McDougall towards the truth? (mostly from the internet, remember!)

5.How will McDougall's friends help him solve this, when he can't leave his hospital bed? What can they bring him or tell him?

"inspector! inspector!" Watson cried as he ran excitedly in to the room " I have a new case for you." earlier that day there had been a major gas leak and four people died foul play was not out of the question. "Watson calm down. now slowly explain what happened ".the inspector calmly stated. watson explained. "who died" the inspector inquired . "a politician, a housewife, a chemist and a mobsters daughter" watson answered. " I-i'll go down to the station and get the stuff from evidence "watson added. around two hours later the chief of police walked in he ad all the suspects statements

the third answer is right : )

i hope this you with your work! : )

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

plz mark brainliest

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