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Ruberik slapped his head in understanding. "There's a
trustworthy source. My infrequent older brother, the twi-
light derro killer!"
Basalt frowned. "Uncle Rubie, please let me finish. If you
still don't believe me when I'm done, I'll cheerfully hand
myself over to Uncle Tybalt and go to jail. It won't matter
anyway, because if no one believes me we'll all be dead in
five or six days," he said ominously. Even Ruberik felt com-
pelled to be silent.
"Flint had to kill the derro because he was caught spying
in their wagons that night."
It was Bertina's turn to interrupt now. "But what does
"your father have to do with any of this?"
Basalt rubbed his face. He was exhausted and flustered.
How would he convince the town if he couldn't make his
own family believe? "Uncle Flint became suspicious and got
the idea to look in the wagons when Moldoon told him Fa-
ther had gone to do the same thing just before he died. Flint
sneaked over the wall into the wagon yard and ran into
Garth, who thought Flint was Dad's ghost. Garth was
frightened out of his wits because he'd been there the night
Dad was murdered and saw it all happen
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