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rs. Belindo meets you at the door to her house, an old bungalow with sagging window screens and peeling paint. She doesn't say much. She waves for you to go into Troy's bedroom, and then shuffles off in the direction of the kitchen.
In Troy's bedroom
Sprawled on the bed a teenaged girl jumps up when you come in. "Like, someone's here," she says into a cordless phone. "Someone. I gotta go, bye bye bye.""Who are you?" you ask after she's hung up.
"Rosario. Troy's girlfriend. Where is he?" she wants to know.
"Didn't Mrs. Belindo tell you?"
"Nah. We don't talk much anymore," she shrugs. "Like, what's with the mask?"
"Troy's sick," you tell her. "He's in the hospital." This hits her hard.
"What - what's wrong with him?"
"We don't know. I'm here looking for clues. Better put these on," you add, handing her a mask and some gloves. She stares at them with alarm.
"He's really sick, isn't he?" she asks, and you don't deny it.
Looking around the cluttered bedroom, you notice a soda can on a desk.
Continue searching the house
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