Today's super-short story takes place in the Falkland Islands, a British overseas territory located off the coast of Argentina.According to Wikipedia, "justice is administered by a resident senior magistrate and a non-resident Chief Justice of the Islands who visits the islands at least once a year." The senior magistrate is also the islands' coroner.
Gerard removed his glasses, wiped a hand across his forehead and looked at the nervous crowd assembled in court.
It was not easy being the coroner for a tight-knit community of 3,000 people, who lived on a small archipelago. He had investigated the deaths of more friends than he cared to recall. There was no one else he could ask to help with the difficult cases, or the personal ones - and out here on the islands, everything was personal. Never more so than now.
He took a deep breath. 'It is my verdict that Mr. Anderson died by unlawful killing. This was murder.'
Gerard braced himself for shouts, but all he heard was silence.
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