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project of our own. We call it “Horus”. I’d like you to work with Maynard to fully integrate Horus with your system.’
    ‘What is this Horus?’ asked Chris.
    Maynard looked to Joshua before answering. ‘We believe your system would benefit from being able to see more than the first-person perspective and have been working on a third-person view. Horus is a small drone device that will provide an aerial view of the scene surrounding the target. Sort of like a video game. We think that this will add huge benefits.’
    ‘Surrounding the target you say? That’s an interesting choice of words.’
    ‘Don’t read too much into that, Chris,’ said Joshua. ‘You’re going to love playing with Horus, it’s great fun.’
    The rest of the meeting went well and Chris was happy with how it turned out and he was pretty sure his guests had been too. Things were looking good but Chris was a little shocked that the commercial application of his work was being considered so soon. He guessed it was inevitable. Joshua and Maynard left Chris and were in high spirits. Chris tried to continue working but as the day wore on, he started to feel the effects of his long night working. He decided he would surprise Michelle and get home early, he wasn’t getting much done and his work would benefit more from a good night’s sleep and a fresh perspective.

FOUR
     
    Detective Ben Naylor parked his ’65 Buick at the Beach Drive entrance to Rock Creek Park and took a moment to study the surroundings before leaving the car. It was a nice area with red-brick houses, each with two cars and probably two kids. He guessed they were occupied by lobbyists, lawyers, and other professional people; you couldn’t pick a more unusual spot for a murder, but his twenty years of policing had taught him killers weren’t fussy about where they did their work, they just didn’t want to get caught.
    He left his door unlocked and walked the path to the park, he’d read the preliminary report and knew this was the route the victim had run earlier this morning. The overhanging trees made good cover for any would-be assailant; it didn’t take long before he was completely obscured from the road. Not a bad choice, but still, he wondered about the motive. The girl had been found with her house key and phone. She had no money, but that was normal for someone out on a run. A mugger would probably have taken the phone, maybe he was interrupted before he could search the body. There was no sign of interference and no sign of a struggle. This was going to be a difficult case.
    After a five minute walk he reached the first of the police cordons. He nodded to the patrolman who’d landed the job of keeping the press and nosey neighbors away from the crime scene. There was no need to show his badge, he was well known in this precinct. ‘Been busy Jim?’ he said.
    ‘No sir. Just a couple of reporters snooping around, the perimeter’s far enough away from the scene that they didn’t wait around.’ He looked pleased with himself, Ben was sure he saw his chest swell a little.
    ‘Maybe they cut through the woods instead?’ The young cop blushed and Ben figured the rookie had just realized that guarding a path in a park of this size was a pretty pointless task. If someone wanted to get a close look, they would. ‘CSI still here?’
    ‘Yes sir. They’re hunting for the bullet, there’s not a lot else going on. The body’s at the morgue, the man who found her is still here.’
    ‘Thank you Patrolman, keep up the good work.’ He offered a half salute and received a brisk and enthusiastic return. The new recruits of today were just kids. He stepped over the tape and headed towards the scene. A line of CSI’s wearing white paper suits were crawling on hands and knees about twenty feet from the running track. He didn’t envy them, finding a single bullet in the woods was no mean feat, they were going to be here for hours.
    A series of small orange cones marked a