I decided to turn my attention to what I do best--pure, unadulterated, non-computer-enhanced detective work. For the next few days, I tailed Harmia night and day. Our daily rhythms gradually began to fall in sync. When he ate, I ate. When he slept, I slept. When he picked his nose, I drew the line.
A majority of the time I spent chasing him from one business meeting to another, most of them held in delicatessens and diners. I had ample opportunities to sit at a nearby table and eavesdrop. Most of the meetings concerned some new toy in the works.
The only even mildly interesting artifact I managed to garner from these meetings was that Harmia had an insatiable appetite for pickled eggs. At least I'd discovered his weakness.
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