Nancy was the fastest keypunch operator – even faster than that crackerjack high school kid. Her wry one-liners flew faster than her fingers.

One day she was gone.

“Nancy was killed.”


“Her husband… knocked her cold and dragged her to the garage… left the car running. Their 4-year-old saw it all.”


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