suggested that Mike could be involved in a conspiracy. How exciting!

Unfortunately, I was already running late.

Real life calls, Elliot said.

“This is real?” I asked, standing up and stretching my arms upward, “because I feel like I’m about to go put on an act.”

It’s always been an act, Elliot said.

I sighed, “It’s show time then.”

 

*   *   *

 

Alan’s house was a modest one story with white siding and a ten by ten front yard. A group of three teenage boys with sagging jeans and oversized t-shirts strode down the sidewalk in front of Alan’s house as I pulled into the driveway behind Teresa’s minivan.

Exhaling, I go...

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