THE FOURTH DAY:
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“So you really got Mrs. Simpson’s key. I can’t believe it,” Craig said, breaking into a smile.
“I didn’t know I had it in me, Craigy,” Carol said, shutting the car door and smoothing her navy blue, wool coat beneath her. “It was like something out of a movie. I entered their suite of offices not really knowing what I was going to say, and before I had a chance to say anything the old bat asked if I would watch her purse while she went to the bathroom. As soon as she left I looked around to make sure no one was watching me, found the key in her purse and put it in my pocket. When she came back I left the hospital and had another key made.”
Good girl, Carol. You’re a Godsend. “Are you sure you got the right key?”
“Not absolutely. The Admiral was in his office so I co
