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arrange for a taxi, and within a few minutes he was on his way onto the strip toward the Monte Carlo Casino.
    Once checked in at the Monte Carlo , a casino he liked because of its location on the Strip and its less frenzied atmosphere, he went up to the room and deposited the travel bag and set up his personal items in the bathroom.  Then he rumpled the bed.  It didn’t really matter.  Vegas was an unusual place, and no one thought anything of a room that went unused here.  It was assumed that the occupant was still down on the floor throwing away his money, or had made some other connection and was spending the night elsewhere.  He had paid for three nights, and no one would care if he slept here any of the nights or not.  All of this maneuvering was probably unnecessary, but he could afford it and a couple of events in the past had made him cautious about covering his trail.  Anyone who made a cursory check on him would find he had gone where he’d told the agent in Reno, and had a room here for the duration.  More care would be required to discover he hadn’t been in town the full time.
    Satisfied that everything was in order, he stepped out of the door into the hallway and made his way back downstairs, where he caught another taxi back to the airport.  The same man was at the desk, and Jake explained he was now checked in to his hotel and wanted to explore the area, he headed out to his plane.  A short time later he was back in the air, continuing on his journey toward Arizona. 
    For this leg of the journey he flew VFR (Visual Flight Rules) and stayed below the 18,000 foot limit.  This meant there was no official record of his flight and there would be no way to tell he had come this way.  He landed at Pleasant Valley, an unmanned airport in Peoria just north of Phoenix and not too far from Scottsdale.  He could park his plane here in transient parking and no one would ever know.  He called for a taxi, and had the driver drop him at one of the car rental agencies.  Using fake ID, he rented a vehicle, then drove to the hotel he’d selected and checked in for two nights.
    Jake used the next day to scout the area.  He drove around the High School and the part of town where the killer lived.  By late in the day he knew the area as well as could be hoped, including several routes he could take to get back to the car rental agency.  He also knew exactly where the killer lived.  That information and the man’s schedule from the television and Internet reports gave him everything he needed.  Jake returned to the hotel, parked the rental car where it would be readily accessible, and headed to his room for the night.  
    He was up at the first hint of light the next morning.  He showered, then arranged for room service.  After he was finished he made a point of wiping down surfaces in the room and wiping down the shower.  He knew that room service would follow up as well, making it difficult to find any DNA traces on him.  If anyone actually showed enough interest in him to check such things, he knew he had problems regardless of his precautions.  Still, he was nervous enough about it that he made a point of being careful.  Then he drove toward the house of the killer and parked a block and a half away.
    Jake had colored his hair with a washable dye, and had padded his cheeks so he didn’t look like himself.  He also wore a Suns baseball cap to help block his face.  He walked quickly, but quietly toward the house, then slipped down the driveway toward the back of the residence.  The news had made it clear that the home was an older dwelling, and not well maintained.  As expected, the locks were old as well, and while Jake was equipped to defeat most common locks, he found it wasn’t necessary.  The back door was unlocked and he could enter without needing to apply his skill.  Moments later he was in the kitchen, listening carefully for any sounds of movement inside the house.  Nothing.
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