apartment, asleep.
This was a man Walter had never seen before, early 50s, well-dressed in a way that seemed out of place in a school boiler room, wearing a dark coat.
The man was bent over something on the floor near the pipes.
Walter had stopped in the doorway.
The man had looked up.
And in the flashlight beam, Walter had his flashlight, he always had his flashlight.
Walter had seen what the man was crouched over.
It was a bag.
Not a garbage bag like the boys had.
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