No lights were flashing, and a single squad car was not a cause for alert, as sometimes the Becks allowed squads to use their drive to watch for speeders and other reckless drivers. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid.
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