Next chapter. I worry me.

'Where were you last night?'

'At home. Asleep.'

'Do you have anyone to confirm that?'

'No.'

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He had spent the last twelve hours in a holding cell and he was wondering what was taking it so long. Finally the door opened.

'Your free to go,' said the guard 'Another one happened while you were in custody.'

Thought so,' Grover muttered to himself. He headed back to the office.

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'But why did they suspect you?' asked Prairie Don.

'I was told that they received an anonymous phone call telling them that both I and the body would be there at that time.'

'But lot's of other people were there too,' exclaimed Prairie Don.

'Police are stupid,' he told her.

Just then the phone rang and Prairie Don went out of the room to answer it. Grover took the little knife out of his pocket and fiddle with it and tried to see any marks or clues that might have been on it. Nothing.

'Grover,' Prairie Don's voice called out. It sounded frightened so he rushed quickly to her.

'What was it?' he asked.

"It was the killer,' her face was pale 'He said I was next.'

Grover put his arms around her.

'Don't worry. I'll protect you.'



Next chapter soon or not. It not matter.