Fatigue and exhilaration consumed me as I drove to work, my tired mind racing as I kept trying to figure out what the symbols in Mike’s room meant. Sleep didn’t come easy all night. The last time I checked the clock it was 2:30 am and I woke up at 5:00 am with the notes in my lap. I’d spent the night poring over Mike’s coded papers, but the effort was fruitless.

Today I would make more headway, though.

I pulled into the familiar parking lot and looked at my face in the mirror. Bags of weariness underlined my faraway gaze, my hair messy, only having been smoothed down by hand. My skin looked clammy, only faint hints of yesterday’s makeup.

Christ.

Alan and Evan would immediately accuse me of doing what I’ve always done when I...

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