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Who are you?He smiled at the abruptness of my tone. This would have turned the ship and its contents into a fine dust. Let her go I tell you!Would you turn her loose againthe way she is? was all he answered. Only when it had been buried on top of the corpse did I let myself drop backwards, gasping for air. That also explains how the killer got access to the roof and knew just where to find you. I think it was done as a horrid joke by my father, which is one of the reasons I enjoyed seeing him die. Our crooked little minds rotated in many of the same cycles of dishonesty. Fully ten days went by before we pieced together what had really happened.