Sunday morning, while most of the city’s 1.5
million residents were still asleep Steele was up and about. He needed to clear his head, so he went for a
jog on Kelly Drive . Steele had this nagging feeling that he had
overlooked some important detail of the case.
After jogging from under the Strawberry
Mansion Bridge
to the bleachers near Boathouse Row, Steele took a seat and stared at the lone
sculler as he rowed past.
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