The Golden Suspect

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the grey streets of Seattle into rivers of slush and oil. I stood in the center of the kitchen, the linoleum cold through the soles of my boots, and watched the water drip from the tip of my knife. It was a kitchen knife, dull and chipped, the kind used for slicing onions and opening packages, not for the precise,...

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