Something about the emptiness around me was suddenly extremely nerve-racking. Then he spoke quietly, without a trace of affectation in his voice. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Real hotbed of intrigue around here.”Ĭarmichael stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder. I stopped on the completely empty sidewalk and looked up and down the motionless, vacant street, and saw nothing but lonely streetlamps, traffic signals, and windows unmarred by light or curtains, staring more blankly than the empty eyes of a corpse. “Don’t suppose you could be more specific?” He parked on the empty street and we walked toward the entrance. Our apologies!Ĭarmichael stopped the Mustang in front of a building that reminded me of old episodes of Dragnet. NOTE: Due to technical issues, this text is missing some of the final punctuation edits from the final, published version.
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