The box itself, a small, ten-by-ten white and blue postal-issued cardboard package, was plain and nondescript. Alex’s name and address had been typed on an old-fashioned typewriter and covered with a piece of clear tape, stuck neatly over the addressee area. No return information was available. The box contained a stack of six-by-nine glossy photos. He took them out, hands trembling. The photos were a series of snapshots of a woman leaving a building during the busy Manhattan lunch hour. She was a pretty young thing, dressed in a cheap department store, mauve summer suit that was too large for her. Her hair was brown and glossy with the fringe cut an inch above her eyebrows and the rest of the locks were knotted in a tight bun at the back of her head, to give an impression that she was more mature than she looked. A pair of librarian glasses framed her oval face. She was twenty-one. Her birthday had only been last week. Her name was Beatrice Summer. She was one of his employees. Alex had been attracted to her ever since she’d been hired as a mail clerk in the firm five months ago.
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