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according to the GPS map of his route."
                  "So he was killed outside the house."
                  "Indeed he was," I said.
                  Lester stared ahead again. It was adorable when he did that, but it usually meant he was about to say something that would contradict me. I was right.
                  "Then what about the falling body? You all heard it. And the locked door? We're back to that again."
                  I bit my lip in frustration. "We have work to do. Let’s retrace these steps."
                  "Wait, now?"
                  "Now. It stopped raining. Let’s do this. I'm pumped."
                  "I'm glad one of us is," he said from several slow steps behind me.
     
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                  There's something particularly creepy about following in the footsteps of a dead man. Lester and I chatted about the case while we kept our eyes open for anything along the trail.
                  Kyle had run a circuitous route, so we found ourselves taking what was essentially a two-mile jaunt around the block.
                  The night had a certain heaviness to it, that leaden heaviness in the air that always follows the dumping of a prodigious quantity of rain. The sound of trees dripping their residuals onto the sidewalk was all around us, and made for what would have been a romantic soundtrack were it any other night.
                  We walked, following Kyle's route. Here and there we stopped to examine marks in the sidewalk, or to poke through a trashcan. In all honesty, he poked, I watched. I have a little germ problem, remember. My wonderful friend Detective Lester Moore of the Carl's Cove Police Department does not. I made sure to keep at least two feet of space between us, lest any of those nasties jump off his body onto mine.
                  It was about 11:00 pm when we got back to the house. Candace was still sleeping on the couch. Amanda and Bernadette were still sitting at the kitchen table, chatting casually, both looking worn and in need of rest.
                  "The two of you can go home if you need to," said Lester. "We can stay here with her."
                  "She should be somewhere else," said Amanda.
                  "I agree," I said.
                  Lester nodded and said to me, "You and I are going to try to convince her to stay someplace, perhaps with family members, once she awakens."
                  "Righto."
                  What I didn’t say right then and there was that it was a task more easily said than done. As the night progressed, I found myself unable to shake the feeling that Candace had an ulterior motive for wanting to hang around.
                  "Speaking of sleep," I said, "the two of you look like you can use some."
                  "You can say that again," said Amanda. "What a night."
                  "I don't know if I could sleep if I tried," said Bernadette.
                  "Well," I said, "I wish I could say it's been a fun night. At least it started out fun. Thank you guys for doing this. Maybe another time?"
                  The two women returned the sentiment with nothing more than perfunctory smiles.
                  When they left, I turned to Lester. "We need to take a look at that door upstairs. I have an idea."
                  We padded upstairs and went to Kyle's office.
                  "Wait here for a minute," I said, and walked inside and closed the door.
                  I bent down to examine the doorknob. There was a button that you pressed to lock it. I did so and couldn’t hear any indication that it was locked.
                  I called to Lester on the other side of the door. "Do me a favor and try to