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discovered that it was password protected.
                  "Sorry," said Lester, "I forgot about that. What was it? Yeah: 0419."
                  "What is that?" I said, punching in the code.
                  "Not sure. I'll tell you this: whatever it is, Kyle Young hid it from his wife. The one she told us didn’t work. We had to get it from the phone company."
                  "You got through to the phone company after hours? I can’t even get through to them during hours."
                  "It helps if you’re a cop and you know who to call."
                  " Whom to call."
                  "That too."
                  "It does raise some suspicion though, doesn’t it? His changing the passcode from one his wife knows to one that she doesn’t know?"
                  "It does indeed. You can’t jump to any conclusions though on that. It doesn’t really tell you anything."
                  I flipped and swiped around the device.
                  "What are you doing?"
                  "Looking at his apps. Ah, here we go." I turned the screen to face him.
                  "What is that?"
                  "It's a runner's app. I thought about it on the way here. Kyle seemed like the kind of guy who kept up with the latest trends. Voici . Any religious runner would track his runs."
                  "Wait a second... Madison, you’re a genius."
                  "I know," I said suppressing a giggle.
                  "And I'm an idiot. Man, I can’t believe it!"
                  "It's ok, you'll get over it," I said, opening the app and playing around with the features.
                  The ME, who had been privy to our conversation and contributing little, finally spoke. "Can I ask what you two are talking about?"
                  "GPS," Lester and I said simultaneously.
                  "I owe you a beer," I said. "I have plenty." I turned to the ME. "This shows us a map of Kyle's run, the last one he ever took in his life."
                  Lester pointed at the phone. "It's is like going back in time and getting a glimpse of his activities leading up to his death. It's pure genius to think of looking at that app and I can’t believe I missed it."
                  "Relax," I said. "You probably would have gotten to it sooner or later. But there's one more thing."
                  "What’s that?" said Lester.
                  "These apps also track the time you run."
                  "Ok...?" He made a face to indicate that I was to explain more.
                  "So," I said, "it's still running."
                  "Huh."
                  "Say Kyle really completed his run when he got back to the house. A religious runner would stop the thing out of habit, even if he started it before he left."
                  "I understand what you're saying," said Lester. "But I'm not sure I follow your logic."
                  "I'm saying this: Kyle really went out for a run tonight with absolutely no intention of killing himself. He set his app to track his run and was attacked outside. He must have come back in a daze with whatever poison was still in his system and died in the house some time later."
                  "Ok," said Lester, staring straight ahead and nodding, "I follow you there. But you're not accounting for the syringe and the note."
                  "Somebody accompanied him back to the house."
                  "And the locked door?"
                  Darn it , I thought, he was right. That stupid door again. I had been thinking about it on the way over and was sidetracked by the idea of the running app. The door to Kyle's office