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After a night of little sleep I arrived at my office early and checked with my answering service for any messages. The service puts through emergencies but other calls that do not require my immediate attention are picked up later. There were no calls. Since I beat Bobby to the office I put on a pot of coffee, then when it was brewing placed a call to the Blunt household. Once more I left my message of concern. I poured myself a cup of coffee, sat at Bobby’s desk, and tried to decide what to make of the situation when Bobby walked in.
“You’re early.”
I nodded, looking past Bobby, wishing now that I had gone to the Blunt house last night. My first appointment would prohibit me from going there now. My throat was tight, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“Is something wro
