Chapter 55

I swear…he started to cry.

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In the hallway, upon my exit, the pool boy popped his head out of his room, looking disheveled and sleepy, half-drunk perhaps, and asked, “What’s going on?”

I smiled and pointed to Katz’s room behind me. “He had a nightmare. I’ve calmed him down. Everything’s fine. Go back to bed, Tacoma.”

The pool boy listened, slipped back into his room at the end of the hallway. I didn’t see him until the next morning, when he saved my life.

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Thereafter, I slid into my office and settled at my writing desk. I didn’t work on The Next Fall, though. Instead, I spent the next two hours and Googled everything I could about Katz Strong from West End, Pennsylvania.

Everything.

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