12 March, 2016

Mr Brown was dead. He was lying on the ground as the last leaf of autumn. I knew what I had to do. I drank pomegranate juice and observed everything.

There were lilies all around the body. A broken cup of tea. Bowl with cookies crumbles. And crumbles on both side of tables, indicating both person ate them.

The cop with whom I had went in search of Alicia called me near him and said, “Mr Lenoir, you are here. What do you think about this?”
“A very heartless murder. That's the only thing I can...