Frank said, voicing his deduction. “Mr. Alvaro?” Joe guessed. “Nope,” Katie said as she drove. “Mr. Alvaro was in the lobby that night. I saw him while I was visiting my sister at the front desk. He was talking to some nasty-looking guy with a tattoo on his arm.” “Gus Jons!” Joe exclaimed. “That connects Alvaro to both Jons and Flatts,” Frank pointed out. “But we still don’t know who was holed up in that asylum with the huskies.” “We might find out tonight at midnight,” Joe said, “when they meet up with their accomplices at the lakeside cottages.” Katie pulled the car into the parking area beside the Sweatbox. “Thanks for the ride, Katie,” Frank said, climbing out of the car. “Yeah, thanks, Katie,” Joe said, then leaned down and added quietly, “And thank you for saving my life out on the lake.” “Hey, I’m a lifeguard; that’s my job,” Katie said, blushing. She smiled at Joe. “Don’t forget the swim party tonight, if you’re up to it,”
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