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had the same doorknob set used on every other door in the house. If you locked it with the door open, the latch stuck, preventing you from closing the door. That office door had been closed first and then locked from the inside.
                  Lester spoke the words I'd already been thinking. "Kyle would have had to have let his killer out. If he was too dazed from the poison – assuming it had that effect on him at all – how would he be coherent enough to allow his killer to plant that evidence?"
                  Sometimes it just helps to have a guy like Lester around. I recommend a Lester in everyone's life, someone to help you use up the obvious ideas in order to get to the not-so-obvious ones, which, once spoken, become incredibly obvious upon revelation.
                  Such was the case when, after a moment of thinking about it, I said, "Assisted suicide."
                  "Huh," said Lester.
                  "He enlisted help. Some unknown partner."
                  "Why?"
                  I shrugged. "That's what we need to find out."
                  "No, I'm talking about the app. It was set to track his run. Let’s assume for a moment that he did enlist help in killing himself. Why set the app as if he wanted to track his run?"
                  "Maybe the app does more than that," I said.
                  "Like what?"
                  "A lot of these apps share your info with friends in a network. Maybe Kyle didn’t want to track his run so much as he wanted to alert a friend or two about his activities." I swiped at the app screen a couple of times. "Here we go. There were two friends he routinely shared his running stats with. I think maybe we ought to track these fine folks down and have a word with them, what do you think, Detective?"
                  "I think you're amazing. And I think I'm jealous."
                  "And I think I'm nauseous," said the ME, turning to exit the room. "Lock up when you leave, will you, Lester?"
                  "Will do. So, how would you like to tag along tomorrow?"
                  "Are you deputizing me?"
                  "Let's just say you’re a civilian riding along with a cop who likes to talk to himself while he works. I could use you."
                  "I accept your offer. First though, we need to retrace Kyle Young's last steps, and this app is going to help us. It's a little hard to read because of the meandering route this phone has taken tonight, but I think we can get a pretty decent idea of where he went and, equally as important, when he went there."
                  I turned to leave the room, and then swung around again, and I must have had the look on my face that I sometimes get – the one where my cousin Tanya says I look like I'm being electrocuted – because Lester reacted accordingly.
                  "Madison," he said, looking genuinely concerned, "what is it?"
                  "I can't believe it. How stupid I am! How stupid we are!"
                  "Now what?" he said. "And please be gentle. I don’t think I can stand feeling stupid any more tonight."
                  I looked at the phone, and I couldn’t help but have the smile one gets from a flash of sudden insight. "What was the time of death listed as?"
                  "Approximately eight-thirty."
                  "Yeah? Well, Kyle got back to his house after that time."
                  "How do you figure?"
                  I showed him the phone. "Because this app logs the time at every mile you hit. Look at the time of the second mile."
                  "Eight-thirty."
                  "Right, and he still had about a quarter of a mile to go before he got back to the house,