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| Ingerstall |
It was damn dark.
She unblocked the phone with his finger.
"The cheating bastard. That bitch will never get the jewels."
She buried his hand. The rest of the body was somewhere out there, floating in the cold river.
So, what happens next, she thought.
"Get the damn jewelry box, that's what happens next."
Total silence.
"Fancy house, he bought her."
She roamed about in the bedroom.
"Ah, here it is."
When she opened the jewelry box, she gasped. A bullet?
When she turned around, it was too late.
Damn, it was dark and she had killed the wrong twin.
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