“Sir, you should come take a look at this.” The detective raised his head, and looked ABOUT, trying to locate the speaker. He was new to the force and still had trouble telling some of the team apart. “Ah, what is it, Mulvaney?” Coming to stand beside the young officer, he didn’t really need an answer: an old-fashioned TUNER. It was on the floor and some parts looked broken. “Hm, looks mid-century – probably a Grundig. At least this tells us something about the victim – and perhaps what the murderer was looking for. Any other evidence of what happened?” Walking away with the rest of his team, the detective felt bowed down and heavy. The pressure to uncover the TRUTH was almost unbearable at the start of case, when there were too many possibilities and uncertainties.

Georg’ann

SPEAK as if you were part of the CHOIR,
with a clear voice thoughts fill the air,
a song in no HURRY to end.
Let your TRUTH be an aria,

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