... CHAPTER 12 ...
Near Relena’s pyre, surrounded by smoky stains (indelible) in the car apse (right in front of the lavatory door) rested (for eternity as well) the body of an elegantly dressed old man. Polite, according to the technical experts, and of an uncommon culture as compared to the usual culture. Someone stuck a knife in his back (in this sense the experts were as precise as the accounts of a mortgage).
But what made the technicians, the general of the Narcos, and the train conductor himself (in charge of the weapon) jump with indignation was the discovery that the knife that killed the old man was the same as the one that had killed the doctor.
Of the other weapon (the Desert Eagle), there was no trace. The cordon that the Narcos had deployed around the train maybe helped in easing its escape.
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