Their light was sufficient toshow the room for what it was-Albert Fletcher's personal chapel. Cooper? We were in this same spot yesterday afternoon. She had to fight the urge tolook down and make certain she hadn't hurt him. The dog's name was somethingkind of odd.
It's okay, honey, Mitch whispered. Albert Fletcher had to behiding somewhere. We might even findout if he had an accomplice, but we have to get into the computersfirst. He stood beside her and waited quietly, patiently.
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