The Myth of the G
This story starts where Wilson comes to find Gatsby in his pool. There was a faint shot that was audible from the home. I hurried down to the pool. Walking down the steps, I could see a taint of red color in the large pool. A small gust of wind clashed with the water, forming small ripples that died out at the pool wall. Leaves fell noisily into the crime scene, rustling as they hit the ground. As I neared the pool, it became clear exactly what had happened. Wilson's body lay limp on the edge of the pool, with a single gunshot wound in his back. Gatsby was nowhere to be seen. It was only after a few hours that anybody had seen Gatsby. One of his servants reported seeing him driving a luxurious yacht towards Tom's home across the bay. I hurried to the shoreline hastily, tripping several times along the way. In the distance, Gatsby's white boat moved steadily across the water. The vessel began to approach the green light, encroaching without hesitation. As I watched the ...