My wife was poisoned.
Two years later the killer was still free.
I retired from my long time job and dedicated my life to finding the killer.
One day there was a letter in my mailbox.
“I know who the killer is.I’ll be waiting here.”
There was an address written in the letter.
I found it odd. But I had no other leads.
Grasping at straws, I headed to the address.
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