Back to the generator
Her eyes darted back toward the generator. The memory of that sudden clicking sound gnawed at her. Grabbing a lifting card, Judy wedged it beneath the machine and tilted it carefully upward. At a forty-five-degree angle, her breath caught. On the underside sat a recessed port—an exact match for the cable’s metal end. She dropped the card, stunned. The cable had been attached here. Someone had been siphoning electricity directly from her house.
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