Chapter 40

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UPSTAIRS IN THE LIVING room, I check my cell. Two calls from Detective Miller at the APD. Two messages. I decide not to listen to them, heading instead for Georgie’s laptop computer, which is set up on the same long table where he stores his 1970s-era Yamaha stereo-cassette system and turntable. Since the laptop is already opened, I click on the spacer and the Google search engine appears for me like magic. I type in Channel 9 News, which is the local Albany real-time news network. Real-time, meaning it’s updated every hour on the hour. GoogleMy stomach drops as soon as I click on the site. My face appears for me in full-color glory. It’s not a bad shot, actually, snapped when I was a detective at the APD. I had more hair then. It was darker, too. I s

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