“Any plans to get that camera fixed?” Mackenzie asked, a little upset.
“Oh yeah. But as you can see, we’re not exactly the shining example that Wakeman is. Our budget is a joke and getting that camera fixed will cost upwards of three hundred bucks.”
“Is there someone here at all hours of the day?” Mackenzie asked, deciding to let the camera issue go for now.
“Yes. Between myself, two caretakers, the two security guards, and, on occasion, Tori out front, there is always someone here.”
“Would there be any way to see who came in and out of the building on the day Kenneth died?”
“No,” Talbot said regrettably. “Again…we don’t get much money for what we do here. We don’t have the good fortune of having generous donors like they have down at Wakeman.”
This is the sort of home people are sent to in order to be forgotten, Mackenzie realized sadly.
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