He tried ineffectively to wipe away the bloodstains covering his clothes, but fresh blood oozed from the wound on his hand.
“Why did you do that, Mr. Richards”, Carter demanded suspiciously.
“I did not kill her”, he yelled.
“They found a letter under her”, Carter added.
“Holy Jesus”, Vin breathed.
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Anabel G. Raymundo