“Don’t put that there.” Drew leapt toward the bed, grabbed the hat, and tossed it onto the desk. “It’s bad luck,” Marcie explained to Dr. Albert Croy, who scrambled away from the bed, a panicky expression on his pale, oval face. “A hat on the bed means someone’s going to die,” Drew muttered. “I .…
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