We tiptoed into the house.
The neighbourhood was quiet as a mouse.
I felt very on edge. The money
was in the oven, not the fridge.
I glanced at the note on the piano.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.
There’s always a point at which a routine enquiry
turns into something else entirely.
I had to shoulder my way in.
The bathtub was simply full of the victim.
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