“It must have happened sometime before daybreak since her kids were sleep. The little one, Cindy, found Mandy with the knife still in her throat.”“Oh my god!” I howled. “Where is Cindy now?”
He responded, “She’s with relatives. Will you be okay if we continue?”
I told him, “Yeah, go ahead.”
“She had over twenty stab wounds. We believe she knew her killer since there was no forced entry.”
I interjected and said, “Mandy always slept with a knife under her pillow.”
He responded, “Well, that must be the one. . . .”
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