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Chapter Eighteen

Alison was sitting at the kitchen table when Alfred entered.  She responded to his bright smile with one of her own. “Have you seen Vanessa this morning?”

Remembering a conversation that he’d eavesdropped on via the hidden camera, he said, “She mentioned that she’d planned on going back to school.  Her car is gone.  Maybe she’s enrolling?”  He walked to the coffee pot. “Do you mind if I have some?  My coffee maker is on the blink.”

 “Please, help yourself,” Alison said, while scowling in thought as she struggled to remember that fact. “When did she say this?”

“Yesterday,” he said with his back to her as he calmly placed a few drops from the vile Ocilian gave him into the remnants of the pot of rich, dark java.  He carried the pot over to her and replenished her cup without asking.  She smiled her thanks as she added more cream and the

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