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Colonel here with anything. Fact of the matter is, if you'd been listenin' real close to what I've been saying, I haven't even implied anything. Furthermore, when I do start making accusations, it'll be damned well apparent to everyone concerned." |
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The Inspector continued to glare at the two men for a moment, then drifted over to the Formica counter next to the sink. He picked up a bulky-looking glass container, momentarily inspected the shrouded contents, set it down and ran some tap water over what was left of his latest cigarette. |
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"You see, Colonel, I find all of this rather perplexing. I mean, what's the motive? You weren't robbed. You've already told the Lieutenant here that you didn't notice anything missing. And, from what I can see, everything appears to be fairly tidy, nothing torn up, nothing obviously disturbed. But we've sure got us a lot of blood, and we've got us a lady in there with her chest carved open and her heart gone. Makes you wonder what kind of person would do something like that, don't it?" |
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Harry Driver collapsed back into the kitchen chair where he had been sitting when the Inspector had walked in. He was visibly shaken. |
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Only Proctor seemed to have anything left. He followed the Inspector out oft he kitchen |
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