CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
I took one last photo and hurriedly replaced the appointment book where I found it. Then, I retreated into a position under the desk. As I double-checked that my phone was on but silenced and its flash for the camera off, muted footfalls drifted from down the hall to where I crouched. Now and then, they faded out to a brief moment of near perfect silence. When the footsteps started up again, they were very faint.
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