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I talked to a few acquaintances around the Courier offices as Sugar finished her earlier story that was due for the next day's edition of the paper, then we left the office of the Courier. Sugar squeezed up next to me underneath my umbrella as we left the comfort of the building on the way to the parking lot.

I held the passenger door of my blue car open for Sugar as we reached it. She thanked me and climbed in to the car. I shut the door, then climbed into the driver's side, starting the car. We talked about the case, going through little details as we drove together in the darkening dusk to the outskirts of Harrisburg, where the Susquehannock Native American Reservation was located. We pulled up to the guards station, whereupon the guard asked our business...

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