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Day Thirty Six.
Most of the day was spent going over evidence from the café bombing yesterday. We have reason to believe that our table was targeted on purpose, although whether they were trying to get to Castle, me, or Raglan is so far unclear.
What we do know is that the person responsible wore a brown coat over a hoody, and was adept at almost entirely avoiding all streetcams. We also know that the bomb was made in way that used to be popular with the Soviets back in the day, although most of it was made with common parts anyone could have lying around in their garage or purchase from a hardware store.
I also spoke to Castle this afternoon. He's shaken up, but fine. He said when I pushed him down, he thought I'd been hit. I'm so glad nothing happened to him.
My mind won't stop playing over what Raglan said before the explosion. What happened nineteen years ago?
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