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My stalkers return

Wessel was here again. Rosa let him in. I never would have.

It doesn’t help to tell him that I am not getting involved with Abigail’s matter. He doesn’t believe me. He said that I should get involved because this was a singular case that could go down in the history of criminology and that the people involved, especially the criminologist (me) and the writer (him) would become world famous. I told him that I’m not interested in fame, but he said that he is and I’m getting in his way. To hell with him.

Abigail was also here again. She says that a man she knew twenty years ago has been to see her. She believes that he knows something about the October killings. It seems that what he told her is the reason that she wants to get into C-Max to see that old killer.

I tried not to show an interest and it worked until Rosa butted in. It looks like you’re really not interested, Abigail had said. I suppose I’ll have to try elsewhere.

Don’t you believe it, my dear, Rosa said. Yudel’s so fascinated he’s almost exploding.

He doesn’t look like it.

What you are looking at, Rosa said, is the Yudel Gordon I-am-above-this-sort-of-thing look. It’s completely false. Don’t be taken in by it.

Rosa’s a good wife, but she blabs too easily.

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