Chapter XVIII
THE NEXT MORNING
DANIEL set down the morning paper to look up at the smiling face of his sister. "Ya know, that's the first real smile I've seen from you since I've gotten here."
She laughed and glanced at the story Daniel was reading. "Oh, they caught them?"
"Sort of. The police found Tracy Trinh and John Flannigan at Flannigan's home, dead. A murder suicide, but there was a written confession found near Flannigan's body."
"Oh dear."
Vincent walked into the kitchen. "What is it?"
Daniel pointed to the newspaper and Vincent scanned through it, grinning to himself.
"Well, I don't think you're gunna have to worry about jail anymore, Jes." He teased.
"Oh, stop it."
"Well, I don't know about you, but one thing's for sure." Daniel remarked out of the blue.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"I'm gunna think twice before I buy anymore kitchenware from Ambassador Inc."
THE NEXT MORNING
DANIEL set down the morning paper to look up at the smiling face of his sister. "Ya know, that's the first real smile I've seen from you since I've gotten here."
She laughed and glanced at the story Daniel was reading. "Oh, they caught them?"
"Sort of. The police found Tracy Trinh and John Flannigan at Flannigan's home, dead. A murder suicide, but there was a written confession found near Flannigan's body."
"Oh dear."
Vincent walked into the kitchen. "What is it?"
Daniel pointed to the newspaper and Vincent scanned through it, grinning to himself.
"Well, I don't think you're gunna have to worry about jail anymore, Jes." He teased.
"Oh, stop it."
"Well, I don't know about you, but one thing's for sure." Daniel remarked out of the blue.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"I'm gunna think twice before I buy anymore kitchenware from Ambassador Inc."