It obviously took Barbara longer than ten minutes to bury the body, in fact it took her thirty three minutes. The murder wasn't planned, it was a crime of passion. The couple were about to leave their home to go to the Halloween Ball, when Barbara heard movement in the kitchen. Boris had gone to investigate, leaving Barbara alone in the hallway. When he got to the kitchen he saw that the back door had been damaged, some one had broken in. The next thing he heard was a loud shout. He ran to the front door. There stood a tall thin man with scruffy blonde hair, his arm round Barbara's shoulders and a knife in his other hand pointing directly at her neck. It was only the second time Boris had seen Barbara so frightened. The first time was on their honeymoon, when they had gone to Paris. Boris had wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower, Barbara had agreed but was quiet for the rest of the day. When they had finally reached the top, she had turned quite pale. When asked what was wrong, she said "I'm afraid of heights, I didn't say anything because I knew you wanted to climb up here". Those were better days. Back to the situation at hand. Boris moved closer, the man moved the knife closer to her neck. The blonde intruder started talking about money and blackmail and how it was time to stop. Neither Boris or Barbara knew what he was talking about. There was a pause. The blonde haired man stopped, took his arm away, lowered the knife and was about to say "I've made a mistake" but it was too late. Boris lunged forward, he grabbed the man's head and smashed it against the door, before he could defend himself, Barbara, wearing high heeled shoes, red, her favourite, stamped down on his foot and stifled the scream with her hand. And with one final blow, they both grabbed the knife and stabbed the blonde man in the chest. They both stepped back, shocked by what had just happened.
Who was this man? Why was he there? Questions that will be answered soon.
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