As you wish, but what’s the murder weapon? Holly drops the thing. “Rolling pin.” Where did you find a rolling pin in here? “I nicked it from your kitchen at 119A. Put it in my bag.” Holly stands up. I sedate her ankle and knees. Why? “You were all talking about the War, but I didn’t even have a Swiss Army knife. So—yeah, I know, hysterical woman, rolling pin, big fat cliché, Crispin would’ve rolled his eyes and said, ‘Oh, come on!’ but I wanted … y’know … something. I hate the sight of blood so I left the knives in the drawer and … so. Shit, Marinus. What have I done?” Killed a 250-year-old
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