Sometimes Casper wondered why they wanted him there. He wasn’t any real security. Maybe the locked door kept out homeless people or neighborhood kids, but almost everyone who came to the door belonged inside, so he never turned anyone away. It wasn’t Casper’s job to say this one can enter but this one cannot. It was his job to sit there and open the door for anyone who came. If a terrorist or serial killer came, Casper was dead meat. They told him the glass was bulletproof. But there he was, sitting there in the window unarmed, in plain sight like a duck decoy on a lake in the fall. A sitting duck. Literally.
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