it goes foggy under the thumb

"You'd die thinking about it," Bradley said to detective salthar. There was a southern girl named Jeremy who smoked a pipe, and not just any pipe. It was very old, the kind you find in old people's mouths. Bradley came from work quickly with the news of the death of the Baroness (now confirmed), which caused her father to enter into a mental coma and die. She planted the poison in the feeder and to make sure she stuck a knife in her father body and escaped, hiding the evidence.

While the candy was being eaten and distributed for the first time , Salazar was there and disbelief it. But it's too late now she's dead.

"Maybe she was depressed," Bradley said suddenly.

"I can't believe that.only reason is anything to do with palace deaths."

Bradley swallowed the whole peanut cake as he watched the place and the rank.

All illusions were investigated for several years, and now it has never been reassured that this crazy stage existed.

"It's a spiritual state," Salazar says

"like what?"

"Like now until your death, like Islam, like feeling in the middle of no power."

Bradley smiled and looked laughing. There was a large group of children and young people happy for Christmas. Life was putting snow on their faces. Salazar was drinking coffee.

Finally, Bradley said, "Trust me."

"I haven't but trust you Bradly," said Salazar. "I'm interested in other things for us."

"All that's important now is to go to the outside case because..." Bradley stopped Jeremy talking to settle the gun in his mouth.

Salazar moved, smashing her hand with the gun on the floor and pushing her into the chair. "You are under arrest, Jeremy."