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Allie breathed heavily. "He didn’t do it."
                  "He had access to the weapon. He had proximity to the victim. He had motive. He's left-handed."
                  "Sergeant, I'm leaving," she said with venom in her voice.
                  "Allie—"
                  "No, don’t Allie me. You've allowed Tomlin and his idiot theories to cloud your judgement. Are you forgetting who solved the last two big ones you guys had? Little Allie Griffin, that's who. The bored widow from the small town got the best of you. You know what I think? I think you're jealous of that fact. Anything I say, you’re going to contradict it. If I say hello now, will you say goodbye? I hope so. See you around, chum!"
                  She got into her car, fuming. She started it up and drove away.
                  Driving this late through a small town was a good activity to undertake in this state of mind. It would allow her time to brood. She took a turn onto the main highway that led out of town and started driving miles through nowhere. The moon raced ahead of her while thoughts and voices bounced around in her brain.
                  Tad?
                  Get a hold of yourself , she thought.
                  She didn’t know when it happened, but somewhere in the middle of that drive, her heart rate decreased, her breathing became steady and slow, and her muscles relaxed, dropping her shoulders. Her neck ached from being stiff with anger and frustration for so long. However, the rest of her was somewhat at peace. She let her mind go. Here in this nowhere, where no one could see or hear her, where there was no one to judge, she gave logic free reign to consider the unthinkable.
                  You're not falling for Frank , she told herself. You’re falling for Tad .
                  Maybe Frank was right , she thought, a nasty coldness numbing her from the inside out.
     

3.
                  She huffed and puffed her way up the steep driveway toward the house where Jimmy Welles rented a room from a very sweet old woman.
                  Jimmy Welles was one of a kind. A hacker not just by hobby, but also by virtue of his very soul. There seemed to be nothing that this twenty-year-old wasn't capable of when it came to all things electronic. Especially when it came to exploiting the security flaws of said electronics. Hackers are lock pickers by nature. Give them a lock, they have no choice but to try and open it. Allie often felt guilty about going to Jimmy when she needed to make use of his singular gifts. Here she was, aiding and abetting someone whom the FBI would gladly either throw in jail or recruit for their highest division of electronic security. Jimmy Welles would make a great supervillain, if it weren't for the fact that he lived with a very sweet old woman in a room littered with computer parts.
                  And Jimmy was also a good soul. He hacked because he could. He wasn't malicious. And everything Allie asked him to do for her was always in the interest of bringing a killer to justice. And all the young, baby-faced man asked for in return was a home-cooked meal with the woman he harbored an undying love for: Allie Griffin.
                  Never again, she'd told herself the last time she was here. Never again will I ask this nice kid if he can break federal laws for me. Never again.
                  And here she was, knocking on the door.
                  "Allie! So nice to see you," said Mrs. Needleman, Jimmy landlady.
                  "Is Jimmy home?" Of course he was. His beaten-up Volkswagen beetle was in the driveway.
                  "He's sleeping," Mrs. Needleman said. "He was up very late..." She poked her head out and looked around her property. Then she cupped her hand to her mouth and