He lay there quite dead, stabbed numerous times with a bloody knitting needle a few feet away. His eyes were wide open. His mouth and nose were covered by an intricately patterned knitted gag. Maybe he was smothered first, then stabbed. Or vice versa.
An experienced knitter with powerful hands did this. His wallet contained a photo of an intellectual looking man. On the back it read, "Congrats on your accepted manuscript. Well deserved. Joe"
Sounds like a jealous competitor. We need to get a list of all writers named Joe who also knit.
I had a hunch he fled the country. Probably with lots of colorful yarn. My partner nodded. He always agrees with me and I buy him coffee.
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