The sound of a piano drifted downstairs.
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The detective frowned, "You said there was no-one else home."
"I... must have left the radio on." She uttered, flatly.
A wrong key. A pause. Thee Blind Mice started again.
"Paperwork?"
Her head shook.
He lent to his radio, "We have a suspected 374, unauthorised possession of a child."