You Better Watch Out: A Christmas Crime Short Story: Christmas Mystery Stories, #3

By Connor Whiteley

Christmas Songs. A Santa Flash Mob. An Assassin.

An assassin's work never ends, even at Christmas.

Francesca hires a flash mob. She needs to get to the target. She listens to the songs. Francesca knows her time comes.

Can Francesca kill the target? Or will something go horribly wrong?

If you love fun, enthralling, action packed assassin crime short stories, you'll love this!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201627492

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

YOU BETTER WATCH OUT

Francesca watched the dancing Santa flash mob in the grey concrete square below, a small part of her liked seeing them all happy, dancing and bringing Christmas cheer to all the office workers walking past. But they had served their purpose.

Her eyes narrowed on the black high rise buildings in the middle of London and all the uptight workers in their expensive suits walking out for lunch. They stopped, smiled and even tipped the mob. Francesca shook her head as she wondered how many thousand times their tip did they earn in a single day.

The smell of cleaning chemicals filled the air and the sounds of distance talking made Francesca tense. She couldn’t be found out just yet but she needed the building to empty out a little more