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Kirsch didn't have the exact same story but I decided to let it go for the moment.
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    "Is there anything else you found that might help me get started?"
    "No."
    "Can I see the police file?"
    "No."
    "Can I..."
    "G'bye, Quant." And he hung up. That is pretty much how the majority of our calls end up. The "g'bye"
    part was a new twist.
    I stared again at the nearly blank paper that contained everything I knew about my new case, then ran my hands over my face and through my hair. As I often do at times like these when I need to think, I got up from my desk, threw open the doors to the balcony and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air and, hopefully, some good ideas of what to do next.
    The morning had grown hot, already in the low thirties, and the park was dotted with mothers and children and small groups of summer session students on break from their classes at the U of S. The ash trees that line the street were fat and green with leaves that hung limp in the heavy heat. Cars were vastly outnumbered by bicycles, joggers, ice-cream carts and scooters and I could hear the rowdy calls of a nearby group of Hackey Sack players. Parking was only permitted on our side of the street and the majority of metered spots in front of our building were filled with shimmering, metallic-hued, over-priced SUV's (Errall's clients), sensible sedans (Beverley's clients) and beat-up VW bugs (Alberta's clients). I was about to pull back from the balustrade and take a seat in a Muskoka chair when I noticed something unusual. In stark contrast to the scantily clad people in the park was a figure in a serious brown suit. He was standing next to a dark blue Envoy with an Avis car rental sticker on the front bumper. None of that by itself was unusual; this part of town is jam-packed with business towers full of lawyers and doctors and chartered accountants and entrepreneurs of many varieties who often stroll down to the park for a stretch or a spouse-disapproved hot dog. What was unusual was that this guy had binoculars hanging from his neck. As I watched, he took good care to look both ways before crossing the street to the wide walkway that lined the park. He walked a bit further, stopped, then brought the binoculars up to his eyes. But instead of directing them at the more scenic South Saskatchewan River, he was staring straight at the business side of the street...at the buildings...at PWC...at...me.
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Chapter 3
    Tanya Culinare's apartment was in the Broadway Condominiums building at the top of the Broadway Bridge. The location is infamous for a once-upon-a-time five-way intersection known as Five Corners (until Saskatoon residents got fed up with figuring out confusing light signals, merging bridge traffic and right-of-way). So now it's down to three, but for many it will always be known as Five Corners. The Broadway Condos building has a speckled past including vociferous protest campaigns by local residents who felt the high-rise would obstruct their panoramic view of downtown (which it does), and the rumoured involvement of shady foreign investors (never screw with a guy named Yuri). Construction started, stopped, started, stopped, started, stopped and finally was completed sometime in the late '80s or early '90s. It's a twelve-storey building with stunning views of the South Saskatchewan River to the north, Broadway Avenue to the south and everything in between. In addition to regular residential units, the building also offers something called Premiere Suites-luxury furnished one-and two-bedroom condominiums for rent on a daily, weekly or monthly basis-and on its lower floors are a number of businesses including a popular gym called Fitness Corner (I bet the owners are glad they didn't call it Fitness Five Corners).
    Tanya's brother had left me the key to her