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not settle for anyone else other than Jon. He watched Jon skillfully using his
pick lock and one of the hooks to open the jammed lock. Jon was a talker

and Finneas ignored him almost all the time, but he did his job well. “Also,
sire, I won’t be here for the next few months. I have made some big plans for

myself,” he said grinning. “But I can get another guy who can do this work
as well as me. His name is Markus. He tends to travel around a lot, but he is

thorough with his work. Poor thing, he had to struggle to find a living because
of his thief of a father,” Jon went on. While Jon kept jabbering, Finneas was

thinking about matters that he could look for in the case, things that he might
have overlooked 2 years ago.

He decided to survey Riverton and the CCTV footage that were available

nearest to the kiosk.

Thanks to Cooper and Mads he was able to acquire CCTV footage from and
near the kiosks and stacked the CDs to take it home and look through them

thoroughly. Finneas spent the next few days looking through the CDs of the
footage, to look for any suspicious vehicles since the suspect needed a vehicle

to cover the long distances. This went on for two weeks, him trying to stay up
late at night and trying to find any piece of evidence or lead from footage that

went back two months before the robbery. Some nights, his eyes gave in, and
he fell asleep, but then he slapped himself awake, drank tons of black coffee

and got back to work. Clark had lent him a desktop, and he had a laptop and
computer with him, so he sat and watched three monitors simultaneously

and took notes at the same time. He talked to Clark on the phone and was
frustrated about how he had wasted his time and slept on nothing. Clark re-

assured him saying “Now we have one less thing to look into,” and directed
him to sleep so that they could work on something else the next morning.

Finneas was about to give up and get to sleep, but he decided to spend an-
other hour on the footage. “Just to make sure,” he said to himself. Finneas

struggled to keep his eyes open, look through all the three monitors and take
notes at the same time. As he watched the screens something white flashed

in his periphery. It was from one of the screens on his left. He went back in
the footage to see if he was not hallucinating. He was not. He saw a white van.

He slapped himself again so that he could focus and remember the reason
why the white van seemed so familiar to him. This footage was the one from

Bonchester, from a street that was near the kiosk which was in Port House.
His hands were fumbling in excitement and confusion as he tried to grab the