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He begins doing the dishes. He takes up the yellow washbowl from up under the

                   kitchen table, puts it in the sink and lets the hot water flow down in it. He pulls
                   out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and grabs a lighter, his mother has laying

                   on one of the kitchen cabinets, and lights the cigarette. The water flows into a

                   fine, small jet through a rubber hose that’s mounted on the armature itself. It
                   runs slowly, even if he turns it up completely. He lets the water flow, while he

                   goes with his cigarette in his mouth into the living room to turn on the television.

                     Maybe there is more news about the accident.


                   Chapter 5

                   The Evidence




                   The police chief turns the dial on the phone, calling home to his wife. He will have

                   to spend the night at the police station, not because it’s necessary, but more to

                   make sure there is not some crafty journalist, who could claim he wasn’t a
                   hundred percent dedicated to solving the case.

                     "Jannet Ewers."
                   He hears his wife's voice loud and clear through the telephone. As usual, she

                   sounds like she's just won the lottery, very exuberant. He loves her; he knows

                   that, especially after they got older. It is as if after her menopause, she has
                   somehow become sexier in his eyes. He can’t figure out what it is, other than that

                   she is more dressed up now; in thigh-short dresses or something sexy in that ilk,
                   when he gets home from work. As of late, they have had a lot of fun with her

                   wearing sexy lingerie, when he gets back from walking the dog. A he enters the

                   house from his short journey; they relax with watching crime fiction on the telly,
                   while they get naughty and excited like two teenagers.

                     Unfortunately, besides the laughing and the groping, he is out of energy, and is

                   no longer able to continue fondling with the intention of more. He falls asleep
                   like a large, worn-out walrus as soon as they hit the bed.

                     It worries him a bit, but they never talk about it. Other than that, Jannet Ewers is

                   a looker; she has nice glow to her face, especially after she started taking the high
                   mountain sun, in last twenty years her face looks about the same.
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