Murderer
Also, let me know when you find the sweater.
He took a last glance at the corpse and left the room.
The inspector re-entered the living room, completely unaware that the murderer was present right in front of him ...
He took off his police cap to convey his commiserations. He absently stroked his dyed hair, which though thinner than what he would have liked, was perfectly gelled, jet black and slicked backwards. Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending.
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