The window-cleaner mystery
She hadn’t called for a window-cleaner, that is why she found it odd that his van appeared early that morning.
By the time he managed to explain that his company was offering free services as advertising since they were new in the neighbourhood, it began to rain.
It seemed pointless to get the windows cleaned now.
So he offered instead to clean the gutters.
She stayed inside and watched the rain dampen the windows as he climbed up his ladder.
That was the last thing she remembered when they found her, bloodshed, on her living room floor the next day.
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