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The glasses rested on top of the book as if removed and placed there to rub tired eyes.
They were gold rimmed and varifocal rather than bifocals, but other than that they were pretty nondescript.
The apparent owner was dead in the chair beside the table upon which they lay.
‘Those are not my father’s glasses,’ Miriam stated.
Mark spun on his heel as the officer responded
‘Are you sure Miss? ‘
‘Of course I’m sure! He had laser surgery last Christmas and had no need for them.’
She looked at the book being careful not to touch anything.
‘Also, that is not the kind of book he would read, neither would he have a nightcap before bed since his heart attack two years ago.’
Mark began to sweat and wonder what else he’d overlooked before bumping off the old man for his inheritance.
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