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a few words written on it.”
    Mattheus
walked over and looked. “Doesn’t look like it says anything.”
    “It
does.” Cindy kept scrutinizing the paper, then folded it up neatly and put it
in her bag.
    Mattheus
smiled, “we can’t grab at straws.”
    “It’s
a strange handwriting,” said Cindy. “Look at the strange slope of the letters,
the shakiness of the hand. They’re calling out for attention. Whoever wrote
this was in a bad state of mind.”
    Mattheus
was taken aback. “How do you know about that?”
    “It’s
amazing what you can tell about a person from the way they write,” said Cindy.
    “It’s
a giveaway, if you know what to look for. I want to compare this to Kendra’s
hand. And maybe others.
    “Smart,”
said Mattheus and laughed. “What about me? Did you ever analyze my handwriting?”
    Cindy
laughed as well. She’d never thought about it. “Not yet,” she said.
    “I’d
better be careful,” Mattheus chuckled.
    “What
are you hiding?” Cindy laughed.
    At
that moment a large, black bird flew over them, cawing loudly. They both looked
up swiftly and watched it fly by. Standing here at the crime scene she was
flooded with all kinds of information, floating around in her mind.  She began
to wonder about Kendra, her true fears and desires, her hidden characters,
compulsions and secrets. If you knew how to read a person, nothing was truly
hidden.
    “The
question is why the killer chose this particular spot?” Mattheus murmured as he
scanned it. “They might have some particular connection to it, could have been
a regular visitor.
     “They
planned this out carefully,” Cindy mused. “This isn’t a spot you come to
randomly. The body was heavy, it had to take at least two people to carry it
here.”
    “Reports
claim the murder took place on this spot,” Mattheus reminded her.
    “How
could it have?” Cindy shook her head. “Paul died at around 5:30 p.m. It’s too
busy and crowded here for this to happen during the day and no one notice.”
    “Someone
could have noticed and gotten out of here fast. People don’t like to get
involved in trouble. Especially the locals,” said Mattheus. “In fact, someone
could have been paid off, to keep their mouth shut. “I’m going to talk to the
locals and merchants.”
    “The
police did already,” said Cindy.
    “Maybe?
But people don’t usually talk to police. They don’t want trouble, it’s bad for
business to call attention to something like this. With us, it will be
different. We’re just simple folk.”
    Cindy
walked back and forth slowly then, tuning into the overall energy, listening
for an unheard vibration that could lead her to something. As she walked her
eye caught a little hole at the end of the lane.  At first looked,
inconsequential, like a pocket of dirt. She went over, and looked in. To her
surprise, there was a tiny cloth wrapper buried inside. Cindy leaned in, pulled
it out and opened it quickly. Inside the wrapper was one, round earring made of
gold. It was small and strangely shaped earring for pierced ears.
    “Look
at this, Mattheus,” she called out.
    Mattheus
came right over. Cindy held the squiggly earring up.
    “What’s
that?” he asked.
    “I
found it in this hole.”
    Mattheus
looked at the earring.  “Good work,” he said, “but any number of people could
have dropped it there. This is a shopping thoroughfare.”
    “That’s
true,” said Cindy. “But it was wrapped in its own dark cloth wrapper.”
    “One
earring?” said Mattheus.
    “Just
this,” she said, holding it up to the light and then putting it into her pocket
book besides the scraggly paper.
    “The
killer wouldn’t have dumped the body and then taken the time to deposit this
earring in a mud hole,” Mattheus said. “It doesn’t make sense.”
    “Nothing
makes sense,” Cindy responded, “until we find all the pieces.”
    Another
large bird flew back then, over them again, howling into the early evening.
    *
    As
the light