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Chapter 47Steve Foster was uncomfortable to say the least. He had been awake for several hours and then asleep for a while and that for the past two days. His observation of Mrs. Leehman’s building had not brought him any joy either. People had gone in an out of the place regularly while others had gone in once or twice and never came back. Frustration had set in at the end of the first day. In the past, Steve would have sent one agent or another to carry out such a stake out while he, himself, would be busy diverting his prey’s attention onto something or someone else. That was a game he played very well over the years. Yet, today, he had no one on whom he could rely to do his dirty work. Since he hadn’t contacted Rolland in days, he began to wonder if he could ask for assistance, not giv