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“Albert?,” says Anna.
I look at Anna’s face to see an expression somewhere between confusion and fear.
Albert is a name I’ve heard Anna say many times when she’s decompressing after an especially trying day. Della, her boss, keeps her cousin, Albert, on the payroll more out of guilt than anything. His obsessions drive him to bend all cubicle ears.
How did Albert know where they would be?
We stand without speaking and approach the front desk. Police arrive and question the suspect. They find Albert’s van parked in the service area with duct tape, zip-ties, syringes, and knife.
This is part 2, concluding the cliffhanger from last week.
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