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Dizzy

KACELA

I was pissed off that someone had searched my apartment already. I needed to change the locks, at least the one at the top of the stairs, as soon as I could. It wouldn’t happen tonight, though. Everything was already closed, one of the quaint things about small towns.

I curled up on the couch with the files and started with Wyatt’s. His profile was pulled out for a reason, and I wanted to figure out why. There was just the basic information, his address, phone number, basic demographic information and a schedule that he tended to follow. There was nothing really remarkable about his file, though I saw that he visited the local nursing home every Thursday at noon. That was interesting. Tomorrow was Thursday. I knew where I was going to be at noon.

I usually took some time to observe my marks before making any moves. Often, the client will give me poor or incomplete information and I liked to make sure I wasn’t walking into a trap. The rest of the week will be me gath
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