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Agent Smith was working on another graph when Captain Wright walked up to his desk. Judging from Captain Wright’s expression, it looked pretty unimportant.
“We have some news for you, Smith. Do you remember that vacant lot case, a few months ago, Third Street and Main?”
“Yes, very clearly, Captain. That was a tough one – not many leads,” recalled Agent Smith.
“Well, the word’s out that someone has been parking there lately. That’s all we have for the moment, but it seems like something you should check out.”
“Right, Captain. I’ll get right on it,” answered Smith, already getting up from his chair.
He meticulously thumbed through a large, greenish file cabinet behind him. “I should still have a copy of my report somewhere; the one with all the plate numbers on it – just in case one might correspond with any parked car there. That could always be useful if...”
Agent Smith turned around, stopped and looked up. Captain Wright was already heading back to his office. Well, he could always find his report later; so he donned his overcoat, grabbed a notebook and was off on his case.
Once behind his venetian blinds, Captain Wright carefully watered the geranium plant on his window sill, before crossing “Smith” and “geranium” off his list of things to do.