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“He killed my sister,” cried the woman restrained by a uniformed police officer at the crime scene. “They were always fighting.”
“I couldn’t have stabbed my wife. At seven thirty this morning I was in Kansas City. I just flew in.”
Detective Kroger eyed the man carrying a suitcase who had just entered the home. The man looked around the room as crime scene techs walked into a bedroom.
Kroger looked at his watch. “Seven thirty, huh? You’re coming downtown with me. Now.”
“No! I was gone.”
“We’ll worry about the timing later. No one told you she was stabbed.”