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“What did the police find out?” “Lynn began to tremble, although it was warm and windless outside.
– Yes, they did not find out a damn thing, – an elderly neighbor chuckled.
– The house was searched, of course, as it should be.

Pit, really found.
The pit in the basement was, more precisely, in one of the cellar storerooms.
And by the way, the door to the closet was boarded up.
Clearly the pantry opened.
I myself was present as a witness.
– And what was there in this pit? Asked Lynn with a sinking heart.
“Oh, not a damn thing, Mrs.”
And the pit itself is not deep, no more than an elbow, so in general, not even a pit, but a dimple, crushed stone, bricks and all sorts of rubbish.
– Who knocked the door? – Matt, I think.
And there is no one else.
– Why did he do it? “Who knows?” John shrugged again.
– There were reasons.

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After a pause for a minute and clearly unable to keep silent about something that disturbed him, he lowered his voice and said: “You know, Mrs. Model sex videochat info. Matt was my friend.”
Yes, yes, we got along well, damn it.
And the fact that he hammered that door with hefty nails is not just that.
From that pit, although you cannot call it a pit, it blew with something not good.
I do not know how to explain it.
Here I stood beside me and the fear was making my way and the hair on my head even moved, and all over my body was trembling.
In a word – not a good place.
“Maybe it was at that place that Ira killed her husband?” Lynn asked.
– Not.
She stabbed him in the hallway as he was about to run out into the street.
“I don’t even know what now.”
– Lynn was upset.
– We bought a house for a large amount.

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Thought a good deal.
Maybe if you completely patch up the pit, then everything is not so bad? “I would not advise you to open the closet,” John shook his head.
– Especially I pounded her conscience.
– you? – the young woman was surprised.
– Yes I.
Until Matt’s relatives arrived, I looked after the house.
And the first thing I did was punch that damn pantry.
– What about relatives? When did they arrive? “A couple of days after the murder.”
“It must have been Steve Whitlow’s Matt’s brother,” Lynn said.
– On his behalf acted sales agent.
“Right, that was Steve,” the elderly neighbor nodded.
– After the funeral, he immediately left, and the house was put up for sale.
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