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She didn't hear him coming.She had been sitting on the docks behind City Hall, watching the hour and minute hands of Riddarholm Church move around the clock face.After an hour, she began to think seriously about whether to leave. She didn't leave.Another half an hour later, a piece of paper suddenly dangled in front of her nose. He quietly appeared behind her.When she turned her head, she saw the eyes shining proudly behind the gold-rimmed glasses.She began to read the words on the paper, it was a string of names, two men and two women, the first one was Jorgen.Granburg.Police believe she killed all four.

Patrick leaned on her shoulder. You see, here are the names of all the victims, as well as their addresses and ID numbers.Last night's victim lived in Stocksund, which is in Stockholm, isn't it? She nodded so that her alibi would not stand.She could easily go to and from Sterkson while Patrick was fast asleep in the school loft.He doesn't seem to have thought of this yet, and he's proud of how smart he is. She looked out, at the Riddar Firth, where the sun glistened on the tiny waves and a few ducks swam by. Well what now? He took some folded papers from his pocket. I printed some of what I found.

Did anyone see you? No, I'm not using my mom's PC because Kevin next door went to shit and it didn't log out. Sibylla shook her head. You are crazy. He smiled at her. Kevin was gone for a long time.By the way, I don't think Kevin nor my mom was involved in this case, but there is some general information in the email box. He showed her the first piece of paper. You see, this is what the killer left on every scene. It was a black-and-white picture of a crucifix of dark wood with a figure of Christ on it, apparently made of silvery metal.The measurements listed on the pictures are in millimeters.

What follows is a black and white photo of a messy bed with a wall of floral wallpaper above it.The sheets and pillowcases had large dark patterns.Just above that bed, there is a line of words carefully printed on it. Cursed are those who unlawfully deprive the innocent of their rights.Sibylla. She looked up at him, and he immediately handed the last piece of paper to her.On that picture was a pair of clear plastic gloves, and the caption read: Nuttex No. 8. These things are used in hospitals and other places. Really?Then this thing can find the answer for this case. That's all I have time to watch.Anyway, we now have the victim's name.

What the hell can you do with all these names? He turned to face her, apparently weighing his words carefully. you know what i think totally no idea. I feel like you're stuck and you're not really trying to find a solution.It's like, you don't care at all. Is this weird? I don't think it's strange, but whenever I do this, Daddy always says, I can't just sit there and feel sorry for myself, but try to see if there is a way to fix it.Do anything. yes!Good luck daddy. Yesterday you kept saying that homeless people are easy to be misunderstood, and most people like to do that, that you have no chance, that you can only rely on yourself and so on.But you actually had a chance, you didn't fucking take it.

He got excited.She looked at him seriously, not sure if what he said was more insulting than enlightening?But of course it makes sense.She stood up. You are right, boss.ok, let's go!What do you think should be done? to Westwick. Are you joking? No, I have checked the bus timetable. There is one bus that leaves Stockholm within half an hour. The return ticket is 460 kroner. I will lend you the money.We'll arrive at our destination at four forty, so we'll have two hours and twenty minutes before we catch the bus back. You are crazy. We'll be back here at eleven fifteen. She reached for the last straw.You have to go home before ten o'clock!

No, I'm going to the movies, I already called Daddy.