Fischer Grigori, smoking a cigarette, watched through the doorway as the old secret police chief examined the body by the pool, a young man named Harold Nash, whose head had been stabbed with a pencil.
Upon hearing the cause of death, even Fischer was somewhat taken aback—a pencil?
A knife, an axe, a spike, or even a body with eleven bullet wounds, Fischer could have understood.
But how does someone kill with a pencil?
Then he arrived at the scene and saw the small stub of the pencil sticking out of the left side of the victim's head.
