six.
Cleaning up after Mr. Wallace's mess was quite a task. But I don't think it's over yet.
Avani, disposed of and rightly so. With her dark, dark hair and her cold, icy eyes that intimidated Mr. Wallace. Haunted him to the very end. Poor man. Poor soul, but now a soul that flies free like a bird. With Mrs. Wallace's, perhaps?
But she, Avani... The murderer of that case by the water, by the boats, stealing Mr. Jacobs' life like a dirty thief.
A murderer, a thief, and a liar. She admitted her crimes to us with such strange honesty. Stealing Mr. Jacobs' life with no remorse, and Mr. Wallace's too, so it seems.
And them, the people up above but under the sky, under the clouds, already digging up what we have dug into them. I wonder how long until every root has been dug up.
Cleaning up after Mr. Wallace's mess has been quite a task. But it's not over yet.