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I'm carrying a kitchen knife around now. Just in case.

The artist was killed. While painting. There is blood on her canvas and the lawn.

She must have zoned out because she was killed with an axe.

A blow to the head.

You can't not hear someone dragging the axe. I can tell it was dragged because of the marks in the grass.

It was her own fault for saying her suspicions out loud. But her husband is convinced it's me. Not that I care. No-one likes him anyway, they only pity him.

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