No Second Chances

"We can't find the body," a tall man approached the man wearing an all-black outfit. "There was blood everywhere and we found some bullet cases. That man must have been killed here. They tried to clean up the place and remove traces of blood but we all know how hard that is. It was a mess."

The man in the black outfit looked towards the sea and remained silent for a moment as he watched the incoming tides crash against the rocks near the shore. His expression unfathomable. "Are there any other possibilities?"

"Yes," the tall man nodded. "He could have dragged his body towards the sea. From the traces of blood we found, we are pretty sure that he had sustained some fatal wounds. So… I believe there is no way that he would be able to survive this."