The Hemnars were having breakfast again.
‘Someone’s in a good mood,’ said Mrs. Hemnar staring into her husband’s face.Charles looked like he wasn’t even trying to hide his flashy grin. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. ‘That’s because we’ve got a lead, Martha. I think we now know who committed all those murders.’‘It’s Sineas, right, daddy?’ asked Sabrina in a high-pitched tone and sparkling eyes.Charles took a sip of his coffee. ‘We’re not completely sure yet. Everything shall be disclosed tomorrow. We’ve got ourselves an anonymous informant claiming to have enough evidence to get this sicko locked away for good.’‘Sicko? So it is Sineas,’ Sabrina said giggling in delight and turning her eyes under the table again.Charles continued, ‘Whoever it is, baby girl, they’re about to get what’s coming to them.’‘Can
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