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Still avoiding the office, I drove home to research the Todd Balzac murder case rationalizing that my computer and phone were the only tools I really needed. All the way home I obsessed over why I wouldn’t remember such an unusual case, especially one happening right in my city. I guessed there were only a handful of similar cases in total across the country. So fixated on trying to remember I nearly ran a red light, forced to back up by a vehicle approaching from my right. The near accident sent shivers. I tried to shake it off and appreciate the splendor of the blossoming trees.
I pulled into my driveway, forgetting about the oil leaks from Greg’s car, entered the house, poured myself a tall glass of water, and marched upstairs to my office. Google brought me all kinds of informatio
