Sorry I cant hear you over the sound of my freedom shirt
I mulled over this information. The case seemed pretty cut and dry from here. Killian had the Sorry I cant hear you over the sound of my freedom shirt he needed. He could simply pass it on to the police, and the case would be solved, right? The next few pages revealed how wrong I had been. Chief Walker needed more, it seemed. Five nondescript white men in suits didn’t give him a lot to go on. Dom had struck out with his line of questioning. All the kids had been snatched from the home itself, and most of the parents were too distraught to be of much help. The next few pages were ruined. The waterlogged pages stuck together like flypaper and parting them just muddied the ruined the message. They seemed to be covered in the same gunk on the bottom of the coat, dirty water or soupy mud or something. The journal picked up on September fifteenth, and the news sounded more optimistic.
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