“Great, how about 8 o’clock?”

“Sounds good, see you then.”

Bruce waited and waited for the fax to come through, but it never did. After an hour, he called Don back but got no answer. He decided to go downstairs and check on the kids. Kevin hadn’t slept in nearly two days. He was playing almost non-stop, fueled by a desire to save a life, and lots of caffeine. The last four levels had gotten tougher. Partially through game design, and partly because of Kevin’s slowed reaction times. He finally finished level eleven. He got up to stretch, and use the bathroom while Bruce and Cecilia checked the photo against the police files. Bruce...

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