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Chapter Two - Punishment Is Due-3
The mayor shuffled his spatula around in the pan. A queer grin tugged at his lips. “What makes you think that?” “Well, we are Trackers. Transcendental Trackers.” “My wife is a beautiful, vibrant woman.” “Of course she is.” Williams flipped an omelet with a little more violence than necessary. “Why would I want her dead?” “Well. Because she’s a zombie?” “Totally irrelevant.” Williams shoveled an omelet onto a plate garnished with grapes and a slice of orange. “Meredith?” Meredith, who had been standing in the corner, picked the plate up and delivered it to Topher. Williams shoveled a second then a third omelet onto two more plates. He turned the gas off with a flip of the dial and untied his apron. Meredith placed a plate before him as he sat, then one in front of Gertrude. Willia
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