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He hammered his fist into the side of his own head. How could he be so f*****g stupid? Having to go out the back door and vault the fence was one thing, but even so he shouldn’t have got flustered and left the laptop.
He had no option; he couldn’t go back. Rule number one, that: Never return to the scene of the crime. He knew, though, that one of the first things the police would do would be to look through Terry Kendall’s laptop. And then what? It was entirely — very — possible that they’d find something that led back to him.
He’d been extraordinarily careful to hide his own identity, emailing only when connected to a VPN and via TOR where possible. Even so, he wasn’t fully confident. You never knew these days how much the police could do, whether they’d be able to somehow get the d
