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The sheriff knew this beggar. The blind boy was from the mafia. It is better not to touch him that he would do. This is the mafia business. They will figure it out with him. The sheriff drove past. He managed to notice on a turn, as empty eyes stared straight on him without pupils. The brakes refused so suddenly that he did not have time to even panic. The police car crashed into a lamppost, as if someone strongly pushed it. No one reacted on the explosion in the night. And whispers stood above the crash, in which the driver was just crashed.

«Somewhere there is the seventh. He will come. You will know his voice.»

The blind boy also heard the voices.

And someone pale watched, as the remnants of the police car are expelled.

The drawer is disappeared. Blaise examined his office. The house of the head of the mafia was amazingly quiet. Probably, she was too hurried, leaving her trophy at him. She did not think that the box could disappear directly from the house. Unless someone decided to steal the contents and sell as a museum rarity. Then this content was devouring him for a long time, and now it is looking for its body.