I looked at the elderly couple in front of me with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Edwards. I tried to contact you and couldn’t. Your nephew is probably going to get away with what he took.”
“It’s all right, Detective. We were out of touch.” Mr. Edwards reached over and squeezed his wife’s hand. They exchanged a smile, and the old man continued. “And don’t worry about our nephew – he’s not out of the reach of all justice.”
“Yes, indeed,” his wife agreed, as the two of them faded into transparency and then disappeared from before my astonished eyes.
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