Memories Of A Murderer ✔
Then came the interloper. A shadow stumbling through the reeds. Thomas. The drifter. Drunk, confused, stumbling right into the crime scene. He had picked up the red scarf, confused, perhaps thinking it was a lost treasure.
Then came the interloper. A shadow stumbling through the reeds. Thomas. The drifter. Drunk, confused, stumbling right into the crime scene. He had picked up the red scarf, confused, perhaps thinking it was a lost treasure.