A massive police search
After waiting about five minutes, the doorway opened at the auditorium a short distance away and a middle-aged male cleric hurried in. He was dressed in clerical robes and wore the black yarmulke of a cleric, and his face was familiar to Esme Crane, for it bore a half-dozen resemblances to Anna. He was short, slightly blond, without a beard, and had pale grey eyes.

The crowd was crammed into the hut, without enough seats, and had to stand and talk.

Cleric Madrigal desperately tried to recall, listing the markets, tailor shops, flower shops and town theatres that Anna frequented on a regular basis, and that was all he knew.

"We have come to see Cleric Madrigal, and have something important to question him about."

"Now I don't understand why the assassin wanted to kill Isaac, does that mean that Isaac also knew the reason for my death from the factory?" Esme Crane was incredulous. If the suspicion was true, then it was possible that Anna also knew, and the suspicion sent chills down
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