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In the past, Randall Lenz had always enjoyed writing reports. They were a way to revisit the accomplishments of the recent past and remind him that, while the day-to-day duties of his work could sometimes feel tedious, when looked at in broader strokes, the work he was doing appeared to be paying off quite well.
Not this week, though.
The headache was back, but he ignored the bottle of ibuprofen tucked away in his desk drawer. He kept the thing locked up, but what if someone noticed how many tablets he’d consumed over the past few days? He’d have to explain himself to Dr. Haley — or worse, to the agency’s consulting psychiatrist. No, thank you.
As Lenz had expected, the agency servers had been chewing through footage from a vast array of security cameras across the country, but so f
