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It hadn’t taken much to convince Maggie to leave her new found employment the night before. She promised to call the company manager in the morning with an explanation as to why she wouldn’t be returning. When eleven o’clock rolled around, she shut down the computer, changed into a T-shirt in the store room, leaving her Stop-N-Store shirt with the logo folded on the counter. She wouldn’t ever be coming back to the warehouse, a fact that relieved me greatly. I intended to investigate the address for R. Harrington we had found in the files, even though I was sure the information was likely false or non-existent. But before doing that, I decided to start the day on an upbeat note and intrude on Liam O’Neal’s sanctum sanctorum once more.
My earlier meeting with the professor had been anyt
