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“Knowing that the SASS meeting had ended, she was probably calling for a status update, but she usually waits until the next morning. Maybe she’s getting antsy. It’s been a month, and I’m no closer to finding her traitor.
That can wait until tomorrow. I have more important things on my mind.
The Oracle, or Phil, as he actually prefers, lives in a modest two-story condo in the Northwest District in Portland. It’s within walking distance of a number of awesome shops, pubs, and more coffee joints than anyone would ever need. There’s a bagel place, too, that will knock your socks off if you’re wearing any with your Birkenstocks. (Don’t Birkenstocks come furnished with socks? Just asking.) I climb up his steps, checking the tree-lined street both north and south to see if I have a tail. The only thing that might be out of place is a gas-guzzling Hummer parked two blocks up, which is astronomically out of sorts for how green this city prides itself to be.
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