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As usual, Al Sawyer was watching everything.
After checking in at a private campground and accumulating enough documentation to establish that he’d been in another state this week, he’d returned using the same work van as before. Dressed in coveralls he could slip easily on and off, he once again might have been any anonymous workman.
In a stroke of fortune almost too good to be credited, Marsh’s nearest neighbor actually was away on vacation. Parked behind their deserted house since well before dawn, hidden from the road or any surrounding property, Al sat comfortably in back watching the feed from inside Julie’s bedroom on his laptop.
It really was funny, how they’d closed the whole house up tight. They’d never have a chance to see him coming. And once inside, he’d be the one enj
