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“Are you with David Eastman?” Gretchen asked as Stevie was about to leave. Stevie gulped. “No,” she said after a moment. “Oh. I thought you were. I was going to say, good luck with that.”
There were no hotel rooms, so Albert Ellingham simply bought a house near the court.
Um hello?
Robert was close enough to hear him say, “Did not . . .” Then Anton Vorachek died.
He obv didnt do any of this and its all coverup are they dumb
Ellie was gone.
It was like Ellingham knew that that was his day to die.
The riddle would run through Robert’s head for the rest of his life, but he never did figure out the solution.
The Ballad of Frankie and Edward April 2, 1936 Frankie and Edward had the silver Frankie and Edward had the gold But both saw the game for what it was And both wanted the truth to be told Frankie and Edward bowed to no king They lived for art and love They unseated the man who ruled over the land They took The king was a joker who lived on a hill And he wanted to rule the game So Frankie and Edward played a hand And things were never the same
This was Truly Devious. Whoever wrote this poem, whoever Frankie and Edward were.
“Meet my dead dad,” he replied.
To be continued . . .
Oh boy
