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The display showed 06:45 am when the alarm clock woke Mark up, first quietly and then increasingly louder. Determined, he started his computer and then freshened up in the bathroom while the computer was booting. The symbol for new mail appeared and brought a smile to Mark’s tired face. As he hastily devoured a slice of bread, he opened the new message expectantly.

Priscilla had done the job properly and sent him a photograph. Now he’s hooked, thought Mark, saved the picture on his hard drive and printed it out.

"Let’s see if you’re familiar with technology" Mark murmured softly to himself, invoking the extended properties of the image. A mischievous smile played around his mouth as he found what he was looking for. Cell phones often stored the coordinates of where they were taken. As helpful as this might be later in assigning the images to locations where they were taken, if you didn’t want anyone else to get their hands on this information, it shouldn’t be in the images. Priscilla obviously hadn’t thought of it or hadn’t understood it that far. Well done, Mark thought, copied the location data from the image and pasted it back into the search mask on Google Maps. Just fractions of a second later, the map view opened with the location of the picture marked. Perfect! Mark grinned. It was a detached house near his own home.

He’d deal with that later. Now he had to hurry to get to his work and help the people there. He noticed that he was still sitting in front of the computer in his undies. Mark laughed, turned off the computer and dressed in his work clothes. He didn’t need to comb his short light brown hair as it almost fell into shape by itself. He quickly packed some more fruit for the day and hastily stepped out into the hall. The way to his garage was very slippery as the floor was still frozen. But these were good circumstances, thought Mark, because that way he didn’t have to worry too much about the police finding the tire tracks he had inevitably left at the scene. He was very curious to see how long it would take them to find his work and locked the front door.