There was no one else in the shop but him and the butcher.
"What can I do you for?" asked the butcher in the way that he asked everyone.
"Hi. I'm a local journalist and we're writing an article about the recent snow. Have you had any trouble with deliveries or anything this week?"
"Come with me."
The butcher beckoned him behind the counter and into the back room.
On his way the journalist took his pad and pen from his inside jacket pocket.
As soon as he entered the back room the butcher slid a long knife right into his heart. The pen and pad dropped to the tiled floor.
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