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    Reaching for a pen and paper from his pocket, he quickly scribbled down the twelve names, taking care to print legibly. He didn’t want to be forced to make another visit, just because he couldn’t read his own handwriting.
    Scrawling the final name on his paper, Robert A. Behren, he noticed an asterisk on the screen. With a puzzled frown, he quickly scrolled down. “What’s that mean?” he muttered to himself.
    Continuing to the bottom of the page, he read, “Deceased,” next to the symbol.
    “Interesting,” he thought. When? No date was given, but to the right he saw a notice that read, “For more information, click on the small blue box next to the name.”
    Immediately, he scrolled back up and clicked on the pale blue box to the right of the man’s last name on the list of jurors. A small window opened, giving a short bio on Mr. Behren. He discovered the man had died from heart related complications, more than nine years prior.
    “That one’s out,” he frowned, closing the window.
    Clicking on the box by the next name on the list, Ethan was pleasantly amazed. Not only did the information window give a brief history of the juror, but the small color photo was a shock to see, and brought back vivid memories of the trial.
    Curious now as to what more he could learn, Ethan clicked on another name and then the next. Not all of them had a picture, in fact, only three, but he took his time, reading the short history it gave for each one. He didn’t learn much aside from who each of them were with respect to the community. With a sigh, he closed the window, and typed Cedar Springs Daily Tribune into the search engine box. Clicking on the link, the website of his hometown newspaper opened. Using the site search to explore the archives, he entered the first name from his list of now eleven jurors.
    “Sorry. No results were found matching your search,” was the message that appeared on the screen.
    Disappointed, Ethan tried the next name. Nothing. Not giving up, he continued. Of the eleven, he found recent articles on only four. One by one, he pulled up the stories. The first two were a rather mundane mention of the names in connection with fund-raising efforts for the American Cancer Society. As businessmen, both had donated to the cause and were being lauded by the paper for their generous support.
    The third yielded a bit more information. Sandra Lovell, an elderly woman, after an extended absence, had recently returned to the area where she’d grown up and had a noteworthy impact. “The Lovell Hospice, which bears her name, was started by Mrs. Lovell after her late husband passed away in the early nineties.” The article ended by stating the woman now resided in Canyon Creek, a posh suburb of Cedar Springs, that Ethan knew well. Some friends owned a home there, or used to. He’d been away for a while and hadn’t heard from them. Like everyone else, they too had deserted him. He made a note beside the lady’s name on his paper. The information could perhaps prove useful in the future.
    With an audible sigh, he clicked on the link to the story on the last juror, Gerald Duncan. What he saw made him instantly sit up straight, and then brought an mischievousness grin to his face. The article that appeared was an obituary column! And it was dated just three days after his release from prison.
    “Perfect,” he whispered. It was exactly what he had hoped to find. And the timing couldn’t have been better.
    Clicking on the “Related Story” tab, he began to read the small news article. The column stated that Mr. Duncan had been killed in an automobile accident, during the early-morning hours on the eleventh of April. The cause of the multi-vehicle crash, which led to the untimely death of Duncan, it said, was unknown. The story further stated that the matter was currently under investigation.
    Ethan was elated. He’d planned to write down any information he found, not wanting to leave an online