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Chapter 12 I turned to Thorbjorn. "Let's break this down," I said. "You really think Roarr is a suspect?" "Everyone is a suspect," he said. "You know, that's never actually true," I said. "There are always people you can rule out straight away. No opportunity, no motive, no means." "Roarr hasn't been ruled out by any of those," Thorbjorn said. "In fact, if we're talking about who would be capable of throwing Nefja over the wall and down into that well, that really narrows our list of suspects by a lot. And Roarr would still be on that list." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Assuming it wasn't an accident, assuming that she was pushed into that well, it would take someone of some strength to accomplish it," he said. "You saw it took my brother, father, and I working together to get her b