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.
Copyright © 2018 Lebana’s Journal
Anabel G. Raymundo
Lebana's Journey
|Prose and Poetry| 
Looking forward to more! Great pacing so far! 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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This is great
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Thank you,dear.
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It is so good, don’t want it to end 😢 very intriguing!
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I haven’t finished that one.Still in the back seat..Glad you liked them.
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Waiting with bated breath for the next instalment 😁 this series is so creative, very tension-building. Well done and great work, lovely!
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Thank you for your overwhelming words.That makes me write again.😀
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Aww, I’m happy to know that. Yes!! Please write more on this series 😁 enjoying all your other posts too
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😀😜
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