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It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Fern and Donald, Artie told himself as he slid out of the cable TV truck he’d “borrowed.” The overalls he’d found inside were a nice bonus. He’d had enough time to get new shoes before heading over to the Seymour’s to wait for a chance to get inside. Too bad he’d forgotten about the old ladies’ thing for electronics. Miss Hermi took one look at him, shrieked and slammed the door. The first time on his foot. He limped back down the walk and almost limped out in front of Fern and Donald. A quick turn took him away from them just as an unmarked police car came around the corner with lights flashing.
He turned again but didn’t see the dog that had come out to sniff him. One minute he was upright. The next he was lying on his back in the grass behind a small w
