PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Hugo dragged on his Gauloise. He’d left the hotel room swiftly and was looking at the beautiful facade.
How could such a monstrous act have been committed in such a picturesque building?
Years working for the police had hardened him to acts of depravity, but what he’d witnessed sickened him.
The activities in that room had been evil; blood saturated the sheets and the girl’s hair was a dishevelled, congealed mess.
How could anyone view children as sexual beings?
He threw the dog-end into the gutter and strode back inside.
For the first time ever Hugo considered not following procedure.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.