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The Murder of Cheryl Synclair

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LECTURAS 169
Votos 3
Partes 4
Hora 32m

DamianWilliams678

detective fiction murder mystery story

'My bottle came down heavily on his head. It shattered into a thousand pieces and broke his skull with a loud crack. He reeled backwards and fell to the ground. I helped myself into the house, and smiled warmly at him, and just for the sake of mutual pleasure I knelt beside him and drove the broken end of the bottle into his stomach. I stood there for a moment as I watched him squirm and bleed. He eventually got tired and decided to stay still, acknowledging his defeat.' 

What happens when a murderer realizes he is involved in a murder he didn't commit? What should he do next?Todos los derechos reservados

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