Her Husband Married A Coworker In Vegas Then The Police Arrived

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At 3:30 I called a twenty-four-hour locksmith.

The man who answered sounded like someone who had been pulled out of genuine sleep and was reconstructing consciousness on the fly.

“Emergency lock change?”

“Yes,” I said. “Front door, back door, garage entry. I’ll pay double for tonight.”

A pause. Not suspicious. Human.

“You safe, ma’am?”

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