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Tom found a profile page under the MyFriendFaceSpace social network site. If Clay Cassius Walter was into anything it was sports.
All of his posts were about sports – running the Iron Man Triathlon, bungee jumping, rugby, windsurfing, base jumping off a mountain in those funny flying squirrel suits. The page had lots of photos and videos showing him participating in something.
Tom printed out the home address and closed down the browser.
Freddie walked up and down the street writing down the license plates of the cars. The owners might be able to give them some more information on the explosion.
The onlookers were not helpful either. No one knew who the car belonged to or who the occupant was.
As he was about to head back to the office Freddie noticed one man standing at the far end of the street. When the man saw Freddie looking at him, he turned and started walking away at a brisk pace. Feeling that something was out of place Freddie gave chase.
Freddie picked up his pace and moved swiftly down the street toward the man. The man glanced back and saw Freddie on his tail and started to run. “Hey wait! I just want to talk to you.” Freddie started running too.
The man was swift but Freddie was closing the distance between them. The man darted into traffic, crossing in the middle of the street. Freddie followed. A car blared its horn as it screeched to a stop. Freddie leaped onto the hood and rolled over it. He caught site of the man heading up the street.
The man was just turning the corner. Freddie ran to the corner of the street where the man had turned but he was no longer in sight. Was the guy connected to the incident or just another bystander? Freddie’s instincts told him that it was the former.