This morning at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Henley noticed the same black sedan passing the building again, and this time Mrs. Patterson saw it too. Mrs. Patterson immediately grabbed her money and ran upstairs, shouting that it is Mrs. Shimshack returning to steal her poker winnings. The rest of us got back to the game, but I noticed that Mrs. Lieberman kept glancing out through the window, and made some careless mistakes with her cards. After the game, I asked her if anything was wrong. She told me everything would be all right as long as I agreed to burn all the documents that were in that metal briefcase I found.
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