CHAPTER 82
The office was perfect. It was different than his apartment, but Jeff could move in here tomorrow. Old unfinished pine, weathered dark as chocolate sauce, braided-rag rugs in circles and ovals were scattered about the room. Two old desks, one looked handmade with loving care, a master work of oak carving. The other looked as if it had been stolen from a school teacher about fifty years ago. Big, stout, and covered with weird little knickknacks.
That had to be Clarice’s.
She had the file displayed on her computer. He sat in front of the computer, Mandy beside him and they stared at it.
It looked so innocent.
Jeffrey1.doc
A name he might have used himself, if they’d had decent word processors when he was doing his research in the late 1970s.
They’d clicked on it.
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