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quiet the joint. “It was solid.”

Frank bent down, his knee joints making a dry, cracking sound in the quiet morning air.

He pointed to a deep, dark mark pressed into the black mud directly below the sill.

“Someone was in a hurry,” he said.

“A customer could have wandered back here during the weekend,” I said, though I knew the rear path was blocked by continue reading …