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Tin Badges. Lorenzo Carcaterra. Carmen Mola. Maddie yelled in my ear. We both jumped out of the car and ran to assess the damage. The banged-up mailbox remained attached to the broken wooden post, lying on the blacktop. And why?
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What were they doing this late? I marched over to the Camry while I groped in my purse. Definitely his car, since my narrow penlight confirmed the vanity license plate. Oh well. What could he be doing? And why. That was more important.
Maddie followed me to the door. When I turned the handle, she grabbed my arm. Maybe we should call the cops. No voices inside or footsteps. That was odd. Are you in there? We think there may have been a robbery. A robbery?
Curious, I opened the door wider. No shadows danced beyond the light I switched on. I tiptoed farther inside. When Maddie touched my shoulder, I jumped. Creeping past the first few stations, the sewing machines, and the supply shelves, we both tiptoed toward the looming hulk of the cutting press. A dim light streamed from the high window above, not enough to clearly see. Maddie found the switch on the wall. Long shadows stretched to the corners beyond.
My foot kicked a soft object.
I groped around until I found a teddy bear—with a seam ripped open. None of our workers had ever mentioned losing track of an unfinished toy. The fiber machine tube had bits of fluff clinging to it. We both knew the floor was always swept clean at the end of the day. A faint whine of sirens grew louder. Maddie grabbed my arm and pointed behind the stuffing machine.