Clock

"There's nothing to find, I didn't kill Samantha!"

The detectives glanced suspiciously at the suspect who was casually leaning against the mantle of the fireplace. Behind him was a large brass clock which was proclaiming it was three-twenty.

Ben fidgeted then briskly moved to stand to the left side of the fireplace.

"You're sure the waitress can support your alibi?" Abe asked while his partner glanced up at the clock which now showed seven-thirty-five.

"Yes, I'm sure. Go ask her," Ben said as he moved directly under the clock which now said it was six-thirty.

"Abe, the clock's pointing at our suspect!"

"I was going to say the same thing!"

"You gonna write up the report?"






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