Theodore asked again, “How is Hashimoto nearly done with things first? Pretty?”
Rueben sneered and said, “It should be quite pretty, according to him, the car rolled off a cliff a few hundred meters down and burned into a pile of scrap metal, and the people inside, they were probably all burnt to cinders.”
Theodore said with satisfaction, “That’s good, that’s good!”
And then he asked, “By the way, did your grandfather suspect anything before you came?”
Rueben said, “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure if he’ll suspect later.”
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