"It was roughly around 7:30 on that day. I was preparing my husbands breakfast. He was doing the usual reading the news paper in the dining room. Laughing and bragging about his articles laying with in. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He ate and left to work. Around four I get a call from the police that they found his body mangled on the cement..."she took a pause. Her tears started streaming as she sobbed.
"There, there, I'm pushing you. Is there anything else you can remember?" Continued Hopkins.
"There is one thing..."she whispered.
She rose from her chair and from the nearby cubboard. She took out a metal box. With twin roses with silver leaves that glisten and a key on top of the box.
She took the key and slowly began to open.
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