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Interlude 1: The Other One (Bas)
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“…disproportionately along the following hiking trails: Bethelbury Falls, Katoma Ridge South, Marlborough Hills…” I tune out the voice for a bit so I can double check the data points that I’ve been entering. Most of the listed hiking trails are way west of where I live, so I should still be safe biking to the bus stop. For now. This true crime podcast that I’m listening to isn’t a very good one. They’ve tracked down all the data about missing persons for the local hiking trails and made some interesting observations, but they don’t seem to have an answer for it at all. The podcaster is a local, though, and just a high school student at that. I guess I shouldn’t expect too much from him—not like he can do a proper investigation. “But what’s even more strange, dear listeners, is the time of last contact. Now, there is reliable data about the last known locations of just over half of our victims. Usually, this information comes from cell phone texts or other forms of digital communica
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Campus is packed with cars, enough that Sebastien doesn’t even bother looking around for a spot. He turns into a restricted floor of the parking garage and parks his bike directly behind an expensive-looking car. “It’s Emeric’s, so no harm, no foul,” Sebastien explains. “We’ll be long gone by the time he’s done debriefing and cleaning up. I’ve still got to take you to The Caspian afterwards, no?” After I got home Thursday night, I actually cancelled my shift tonight at the restaurant. I hesitate to tell him though, not wanting to sound presumptuous. Instead, I watch as he parks his bike and takes off his own helmet. He’d last lent me his own helmet on Saturday, when he’d given me an impromptu ride to campus. When he showed up for dinner on Thursday, he already had a second, smaller helmet at the ready. I feel warm inside when I consider that he must have gotten it just for me. “I no longer have a shift tonight, actually.” He looks at me, eyes dark and pale all at once, like storm
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