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It wasn’t long before Jed’s burnt out car was discovered in Speaker Woods.
The fire had purged it of all forensic evidence, but perhaps offered more clues as to the workings of the mind of the Skull Crusher.
I duly set to work acquainting my readership with the significance of the find: it was probable the victim had been kidn*pped in his own car, and readers were therefore advised to take special care when going to their parked cars, especially at night, and especially when there was no-one else around.
Happy as I was with earning plaudits for my crime columns, I could not help but harbour misgivings about it all. There was one key question that vexed me: what had Jed done with my money? Could it be traced back to me?
Another concern I had was with the way the National Press was r
