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“Are you sure your laptop is the only thing that was taken?” Havers asked from where he stood in the doorway of Nathan’s room, his eyes on the mess that had been left by the intruder.
“As sure as I can be,” Nathan said, stifling yet another yawn. It was gone half past two in the morning and he was past ready for bed; his tiredness was made worse by the fact that he was still wearing the soaking clothes he had returned to the hotel in. The dampness had seeped into his muscles, leaving him clammy and uncomfortable, and in need of a hot shower before bed. “It’s hard to be certain with everything in a mess, but I am sure that if they took anything other than the laptop, it wasn’t worth the effort. I didn’t bring much with me, and almost nothing of value; the only things that might be wort
