Talent
Nowhere. No trace.
It was clear now. He was going to have to do it again.
Slowly, he walked around his office, gathering certain files and papers and putting them in a large silver bowl. In small, tight handwriting he wrote the number 24601 on a sheet of paper and dropped it in the bowl with all the other things. Then he struck a match.
As the smoke curled up from the papers and a picture began to form in the air, he thought meditatively that he might never recapture this convict if he didn't have his Talent.
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