Cruel Money Part 1
Part 1: The House. I pressed my back firmly against the wall as I eased down the hallway, taking each step carefully. If Anke was correct and and a little luck went my way, I may just manage to remain out of view of the camera around the corner. It had been knocked ajar by a maintenance ladder some years ago she recalled, and suspected no one had bothered to fix it since. But, as she informed me earlier with a reluctant shrug, it had been quite some time, months maybe, since she had...