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Strange, I click to my secretive website and there is nothing!
I manually reenter the address, offer again the long code. And again there is blankness.
It’s past midday and I have one more appointment. As noted, I check on my naked and bound captives frequently, mostly between patients unless someone bores me to tears, then I watch in amusement while pretending to listen to the perceived drudgery of the spoiled rich.
Perplexed and concerned, I rush through the last patient of the day and announce my quick departure. My leisurely walk home, during which I normally reflect and plan, becomes a panicky dash. What could go wrong with static cameras and a web address?
Arriving, it’s immediately to the spare bedroom. I am shocked upon entering.
Roger is gone!
How could he possibly rele
