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July 20, 2003
As he walked back down the hill he resisted the urge to toy with the concrete fragment in his pocket. Right now it was the only proof he had, and he didn’t want to disturb the residue any more than he had to.

He saw movement near his staff car through a gap in the trees, when he was still some distance away. He silently unholstered his gun and dropped into the cover of the long grass. He hadn’t needed to use his stealth training in years, but it came back to him as if he had only practiced yesterday.