I knew he was following me from the moment I left The Yard. He one tried to keep a respectful distance, but I sniffed him out before we'd gone ten steps. Much as I'd've liked to lose him or confront him, I had business that couldn't wait.

He was still there when I paused and, subtle as you please, dropped my package. It was a condensed list of everything important I'd gotten my nose into over the last day, and I left it where the right people would see it. Getting together in person wasn't possible, especially with this yahoo on my tail.

He'd been waiting for that. Before I could blink, he was on my deposit like fleas on... well. Clearly, he knew what he was getting into: He used a bag so he wouldn't contaminate the evidence.

At that point the table turned. He headed back to The Yard, I followed. I almost got the sense that he wanted me behind him, like he was gloating. I'm still not sure what he wanted, especially since he dropped my package right in the trash. Maybe he's trying to show me he's in charge around here.

We'll see about that.