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to hold the turbine in place.
    As he was duck-walking back toward the ladder, he noted that he was leaving distinct footprints on the dusty studs. He went back and smeared them as he retreated toward the ladder. He wiped the ladder down, folded it up, and closed it. He wiped the dust off his shoes, off the floor, then proceeded to wipe down anything he or Miranda might have touched on his way back through the garage and into the house.
    He wiped down everything in the living room, the hall and bathroom, while Miranda worked in the bedroom. He went to the front door and wiped down the coat closet, and the security system. As he was trying to remember if he had touched anything else, Miranda carried an arm-load of things out to the garage to put in her car. He heard her start her car, and went to the garage to see that she had raised the garage door and backed out. She left her car running while she got in the judge’s car and pulled it into the garage.
    “Let’s walk through the house one more time,” Travis said, “Just to make sure we cleaned everything and left nothing behind.” They went through every room, ending up in the bedroom.
    “Is that where you want to leave him, in the floor?”
    “Why not? That’s where he fell.”
    “Okay, well, I’m going to throw the covers back on the bed, as though he had just gotten up out of bed, when he dropped dead.” Miranda preferred not to look at the dead man, but she couldn’t help taking one last look.
    “Is there anything you can do about that?”
    “No, that’s the effect of the Viagra. Probably not a bad way to go to the next life.”
    “I’m not laughing, Travis.”
    “What about this?” He held up the sealed letter addressed ‘To Belinda’. “Want to see what it says?”
    “No, I don’t want to disrupt anything that I don’t have to. That’s a sealed letter.”
    “So you aren’t even curious as to what it says?”
    “Not right now. I just want to get out of here!”
    “If everything is in order, then we can leave.”
    “No complaint from me.”
    Miranda’s decision to not read the letter to Belinda, would turn out to be the most unfortunate mistake of this whole mess. Like a snowball rolling downhill, things could only get worse.
    They left the house, leaving the door unlocked. Miranda’s car was still running. She turned to Travis as he pulled his truck keys out of his pocket.
    “Travis, thank you for coming out here. You really saved my life.”
    “I’m sure you would have gotten loose on your own somehow, but I was glad to help.”
    “I owe you one.”
    “You sure do!”
    “Would you like to come over to my house? It’s just next door. You’ve never seen my new house, have you?”
    “No I haven’t.”
    “Follow me over there and I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”
    “Sorry, but it’s after one, and I really need to get home. I’ll take a rain check on that iced coffee though.”
    “That’s right, you can’t drink it hot. I remember now. Sure, come over some night when you get off work and we’ll talk.”
    “I might do that some time, but right now I have to get home.”
    “Can I have a hug before you go?”
    “You probably need one don’t you?”
    “You have no idea!” She burst into tears as she fell into his arms, grasping him tightly. “I make such a mess of everything I try to do!” she sobbed. “Being rich hasn’t helped me any in that regard!”
    “I’m sure things will look better tomorrow. Go home and get some sleep in your own bed, and try to forget this ever happened.”
    “I’ll try. Can I call you at work in a couple days, if I need someone to talk to?”
    “Sure, just call about 10:30 p.m., to catch me before I leave.”
    “Thanks, I’ll do that.” She gave him one last squeeze and went to her car. He got in his truck and followed her out the driveway. She turned back toward Kellerman store, went only a short distance, then turned into her driveway, as Travis went on home.
    It was 2 a.m. when