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Chapter 12

Sage spread out and inspected the materials that he received. He gently tapped the flash drive rhythmically on his desk. His mind was racing, but rest was required. He must start fresh tomorrow. He gathered the articles and put them back in the envelope. He turned off his screen and turned to his nightly ablutions. As Sage continued to prepare for bed, an itch developed deep in his ear canal. He put his finger to his ear and began to scratch and dig vigorously.

Outside of Sage’s residence, a male jogger traveling at a moderate speed passed by Sage’s house. As he neared Sage’s driveway, he put his finger to his ear and vigorously attempted to scratch his inner ear. The itching was intense enough to nearly throw the jogger off his path. Down the road in a parked car, someone watched Sage’s house, and they observed this occurrence. It was Detective Johnson. Silently, he sat, paying little mind to the jogger. He started his car, put it in gear, and slowly drove off.