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Sue said: They say they got a call from Nancy at the library. Apparently when we closed up after the meeting, we left something behind. Remember that boy who wandered into the meeting? He was dressed rather poorly, but he seemed quite interested in Wayne's presentation. I could tell he was following along, although I thought it strange that he was sitting so close to the radiator. I remember

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<!--StartFragment--> "Mac Mystery, The Code" by Mili Palmer, with help from other MacSTACers   Chapter 1 (Mili) When he stood on his tip toes, Ben could just see the light from outside the building filtering into the windows of the Library meeting room where 25 Mac enthusiasts had concluded their monthly Thursday meeting one hour earlier. Ben, in a hurry to get home before the storm, had left his

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<!--StartFragment--> Chapter 2  (Mili) Nancy had to use the tiny shovel from her car to clear a path to the Library entrance. Her shoes were already wet from walking to her garage an hour earlier. Regretting her decision to come early to get the Holiday decoration started before the 9 AM opening, Nancy fished for the Keys in her coat pocket, opened the door, entered the hall and pushed the steel

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<!--StartFragment-->Chapter 3  (Mili) By morning everything was covered in white. Even the picket fence leading up the brick walk held dollops of snow on their points. Sue was grinding beans for the coffee maker. The kitchen, unlike the rest of the house, was warm and bright. The smell of fresh ground coffee beans tempted Ben from the cool bedroom into his chair at the head of the table. The

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