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Countermeasures
The printing plate is light in his hands. An impressive piece of skill, workmanship … art, even. The final score you dream about. But to use it would mean crossing a line. Making a choice he is not ready to make. And yet, while part of him knows the plate should be destroyed or maybe find its resting place in a FBI evidence storage room … he can't find the strength for this final step. There may be no such thing as a final score, only the next one. The dream is there nevertheless.
So sighing softly he carefully places the plate on the middle section of the custom-made coffee table and feels beneath it for the lever that activates the mechanism. It works with a gentle whirr of rotating parts, hiding the plate away; shelter for a rainy day. He draws a deep breath as he hears June's familiar step on the stairs.
"Byron?"
"In here, darling. I'm coming."