Bruce was a little annoyed at being interrupted, but he needed a break.

“So, you recognized this house from the news?”

“Yes,” she said, somewhat upset.

“What happened there?”  

“A murder!”

The hair stood on the back of Bruce’s neck. He slowly turned toward the TV.

“Play the game,” he told Kevin, in a faraway voice.

Kevin snuck into the house and made his way to a sitting room, where a middle-aged man sat upright in his rocking chair. He was lightly snoring, with a book laying open on his lap. Kevin stayed to the side of the room while...

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