Chapter Eight: London

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I examined the ticket. The name was drawn on. It was like they were hiding something. I put it back in my pocket. I tried to think of where I should go next. It started raining. I walked down the street with my head tilted to the ground. A neon sign caught my eye. "A BLUEPRINT FOR MURDER COMING SOON" It read. I got an idea. I took a car and drove to Dairy Queen. I took my mask off and walked in. I asked for a meal. I sat at the table and waited for my food. I ate and thought. When I got out I put my mask on and drove to shore. I went into a motor boat and piloted it.

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