Ophelia and Emily have stayed huddled into a corner of the courtyard all this time. Now, they’re inching a bit closer to where Steve’s sitting. He starts wriggling around while I tip the chair at an angle, “Come on man. Please don’t do this.” “Are you ready to tell us why you’re here?” I ask. “You know I can’t do that. What if you just let me go? I promise I won’t come back,” he pleads. “It’s too late for that. Heck, it’s even too late to call the cops,” I say. “I have a family; two kids at home and a dog waiting for me,” he says, darting his eyes from Thaddeus to me. So, I was right about the dog. “You should have thought about that before taking the job,” I say. “You got a wife, Steve? How old are your kids?” asks Thaddeus. “I’m divorced. My kids are eight and ten,” he adds. “What’s their names?” I ask. “Katey and, ummmm, Mark,” he blurts out. “Took you a bit long there, Steve. Can’t remember your own kids’ names, huh?” I ask. “I’m just taking a wild guess here, but someth
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