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Laurel Ridge Apartments, Annapolis, Maryland
Picking the lock had been a breeze. The Raven closed the apartment door behind him and locked the bolt from the inside. He glanced again at an app on his phone that showed the location of the tracking device. “Still at Ft. Meade,” he said. “Plenty of time.” He walked to the back bedroom and began his search there, but was careful not to disturb anything. He didn’t want his presence to be detected.
The bed was neatly made, and Talia’s backpack lay on top. He unzipped the main compartment and carefully pulled items out. But after discovering only clothing, he replaced the items and moved to the other zippers. But again, found nothing out of the ordinary.
He moved to the closet doors. They were of the louvered bi-fold variety. A cheap hollow
