” He paused for a moment, and then suddenly continued. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. Aliva Trencher. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “My husband knows all.
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