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This story started here. “What about the weapon?” I asked. “One of the knives from the kitchen.” She shook her head. “There were fingerprints on it, but that isn’t much use until we have somebody to check them against. And even so, a lot of people use those knives.” She turned to our daughter. “Ron, [...]

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