Harold rushed to the pet shop, sweating.
He’d killed his son’s favourite fish by accident.
His eyes darted frantically, scanning each tank in the shop, but none were a convincing match.
When his son arrived home from school, Harold called him into the living room,
sat him down, and murdered him.
His wife put the kettle on and together they set about forming an alibi.

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