.." the girl admonished.
"You know him?" Ritchie asked, pointing to the man the coat.
"Never seen him before, but I'm guessing he's one of them."
"How do you know?" Betty asked.
And, coincidentally, the contents of a clipboard came fluttering down
upon them like leaves.
"Justin Nelson," Justin said, extending his hand to Ritchie.
Introductions were made all around.
"Didn't you work at Osco?" Alona asked.
"Until they fired me!" Julia replied. "And then they hired me here."
"Here?" Tom asked. "Doing what?"
"Concessions."
"My job?!"
"Be glad you were out of it," Alona said.
"Yeah, but I wasn't even told I was fired!"
"So who is this guy?" Ritchie repeated.
"I don't know. No name tag," Justin replied.
"He's moving!" Betty shouted.
All turned toward the man who lay in the alley. Somehow, he was still
alive, gasping for breath. When his gaze caught Alona's, she
recognized him.
"Professor Sigger!" she shouted.
"Alona..." gasped the professor.
"You're involved in this?" Ritchie demanded.
"Tricked me... Fascist swine..."
Justin bent down to the dying man's ears.
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