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“Okay, so they’re both football fans.”
“Canadian football
fans of the pro team here in Toronto, a rarity in its own right.”
“Do you think these two were
targeted by a rival supporter?”
“I find that unlikely. The Boatmen’s main rival is the Hamilton Tiger-Cats, and I find it unlikely that
someone from Hamilton would be traversing the
streets near the university on a Thursday night.”
“Umm, I
don’t want to alarm you, Celdom, but, Thursday night,
at Hoskin and Devonshire – which isn’t
a kilometer from Spadina and College, and a possible Tiger-Cat fan suspect. Are you
thinking what I’m thinking?”
I was taken aback by the conclusions my partner was presuming. “Oh no,” I attempted to discount. “I know he
has some issues, and his mental
faculties aren’t all there, but I highly doubt committing a double homicide would be something that would
enter his mind.”
Jessica reasoned, “Be it as it may, he’s the only person that immediately springs to mind. I’m not
saying he did. I know he’s our friend and all,
but we can’t necessarily rule him out this early into the investigation.”
I took a deep and concerted sigh, and suggested we walk to our vehicle, and commence the long drive to
Scarborough. It was something I was
dreading, and I
sincerely hoped Jessica’s hunch was incorrect this time around.
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