the family murder case (part twenty-eight)

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Claudia sighed. "This is all quite cheery, of course, but shouldn't we worry about solving the murder first?"

"I've been telling them all about it," Erika said.

"Any theories?" Claudia asked.

"Claudia, I do have an idea," Jan said quietly, "but I think you already know the answer, don't you?"

Claudia frowned. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you do. I know the answer, and I have to–"

Erika turned to Claudia and demanded, "Do you know? Do you know who... who did that? Who murdered that boy in my bed?" Her voice was insistent, though by the last sentence she was whispering.

Claudia took her hand. "She's right. I do have an idea, though I didn't want to think about it. I'm sure it's occurred to my mother as well." She turned to Jan. "Are you going to explain it?"

Jan shook her head. "You should tell her."

Claudia took a deep breath, turned to Erika, still holding her hand, and began.

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