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                  "I know I'm not welcome, Richard. You can say it. But if I get caught, it's my problem. I'll deal with it."
                  He sighed in exasperation. "Just try to keep your distance. Please."

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                  The tech room was Richard Teller's office. It was also a repository for all things mechanical that one could possibly find in a hospital. Teller was the man at the heart of technological repairs and procurement. Either he knew how to fix something himself, or he knew where to send it. These days, he explained, his job was mainly to process the damaged or defective merchandise for return, and to receive in the new goods. There was little else for this man with the mechanics degree to do.
                  "Take me through the process," said Allie, watching Teller roll an oxygen machine the size of a small suitcase over to his desk.
                  "Ok, here's how it works. The patient returns the machine. It's got this yellow tag on it. They put that on there when the machine was lent out. See? It's got their name on it and the date it was picked up. See that? Robert Hawkes. June 5th. When I get a machine back, I log the info on the tag along with the serial number off the machine into a computer database over here on the desk. Then I slap a FedEx label on it and send it back. A week later I'll get an email telling me if we're due a credit."
                  She looked at the serial number: 3086305
                  Three oh eight was the number of her first apartment.
                  Sixty-three, or 1963, was Pete Rose's rookie year ( Thank you, Tom, the obsessed sports fan. )
                  Oh five—May—was her favorite month.
                  In reverse: In May, rookie Pete Rose moved into my first apartment.
                  This kind of thing worked for the short term. Hopefully long enough for her to get back to her place and jot this down.
                  "Richard, I want to thank you for this little tour."
                  "It's alright. Just make sure no one sees you leave. I’ve got enough trouble here."
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                  While still in the hospital parking lot, she looked up the number and dialed it.
                  " Morley Technology Solutions, how may I direct your call? "
                  "Hi there, I just need to do a routine employee verification on a Mr. Edward R. Ganz, G-A-N-Z?"
                  " Sure, I know Eddie. "
                  "You do?"
                  " We're a pretty tight-knit group here at MTS. One moment, please." Clicking in the background, and then, "Ok, Ganz, Edward R. Eddie's been working here for ten years, no interruptions in tenure. I'm afraid that's all the information I'm allowed to give out. "
                  "That'll be all. Thank you very much. Can I just ask…is there any way I can speak with him?"
                  " He's away from the office this week, I'm afraid. "
                  "Oh, that's too bad. Where'd he go?"
                  " Not sure. I think he's away on business. If that's the case, you can try him in Verdenier, Vermont. "
                  "Verdenier."
                  " Yeah, try the Tree Top Inn in Verdenier. That's where he usually stays when he's there. "
                  "Huh. Funny, I was just in Verdenier. Ok, thank you very much."
                  " You're quite welcome. "

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                  She'd passed the Tree Top Inn on her way to Verdenier General. It was a picturesque bed and breakfast, a mid-sized Victorian house done in baby blue gingerbread. Inside, the atmosphere invited every one of the senses to linger. The burgundy hues and the plush pillows on the settee in the waiting area were