12
Alice sat cross-legged on her bed gripping a cup of coffee. She had wrapped herself in a blanket. The room felt uncommonly cold.
It was four in the morning. Dark outside. Ted Whitling sat on the metal chair that went with her metal desk.
Alice told him everything. At least everything she saw. There were so many details neither of them knew. The security cameras had been disabled.
A third man dead. This time not by her.
Neck snapped by the weight of something heavy falling on his head.
Alice thought she knew what. She just didn’t know how Marnie did it.
“His name is Runcon,” sad Ted. “He’s worked maintenance here the last two years.”
“Two years?” Alice felt sick. “Was he embedded or turned?”
“We don’t know,” said Ted. “Obviously it’s a concern. There are a lot of secrets here we
