 dismay. I guess I'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to get my answer.

Turning my attention back to my target, which meant I was looking at her current internet activities, I saw she was shopping for some very expensive shoes. Ugly shoes, I saw when I got a good look at them. Who'd pay that much for such crap?

While she shoe shopped, I glanced over her internet history and saw she'd been going to a lot of jewelry, jewel appraisal, and gem sites. If I'd been dealing with a normal person, I'd have just thought they had a jewelry fetish and been on my way. But Meredith, as I was learning, was not a normal person. She was involved with organized crime in some capacity, thus making her abnormal in nature.

I looked very closely at the sites she'd been to and saw they all dealt with the value of red diamonds, rubies, and musgravite.

Why would Meredith be looking up values for these gems? The answer came to me in a moment of glory: she was buying stolen jewelry.

I began to laugh. I couldn't contain my jubilation. Here I'd been planning the demise of a seemingly ordinary annoying flea, when in reality she was a buyer and/or fence of stolen jewelry.

Isn't fate funny? Wiping the tears from my cheeks and eyes, I went back to my tablet to learn more about my little crook. Now that I knew what to look for, evidence of her extracurricular activities and how much money they brought in, I began the long task of sifting through her documents.

You'd have thought her neatness would make the task easier, but you'd have been wrong. Neatness, as I quickly found out, was much more difficult to navigate than a messy system for the messy system usually kept everything in one or two folders or directories.

The neat person, on the other hand, had folder after folder in every nook and cranny of their computer. It was like a virtual Easter egg hunt where you'd finally think you'd found every egg, or folder location, only to have another one pop out of the woodwork, making you have to rethink your beliefs. You could spend hours scouring for your eggs and never find them all. This happened to me dozens of times. I'd think I knew where everything was only to find a new hiding spot.

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Turning my atteNTion Back to my target, which meaNt I waS lOOkinG At Her cuRrent inTErNET acTiViTieS, I SAw She waS shOpping fOr some very ExpEnSive shoes. UglY ShOes, I saw wheN I gOt a good look aT thEm. Who'd PaY thAT much For Such cRap?

WhiLE she shOe shopped, i gLAnced oVEr her inTERnEt hiStory and saw she'd beEN gOIng to a lot of jewElry, jeWeL ApPRAisAl, aNd gem sites. if i'd beeN Dealing WItH A NOrmAL person, I'd have Just thought THey Had a jeWeLry FEtish aNd beeN oN My wAy. But MerediTh, as i was learnIng, was NOt a normAL person. she was InvOlvEd wiTH oRgAniZeD CriME iN soME caPacity, thUs MaKing hEr abNORMAl in NatUre.

I LookeD very closely aT thE sitES shE'd beeN to anD saw ThEy all Dealt wIth thE vAlue of red diamonDs, ruBies, and muSgrAvIte.

whY woulD merediTh bE loOking up Values fOR thEsE GEMs? the answer came to me iN a MOMeNt of glorY: she waS BuYiNG stolen jEwElrY.

I beGAN to laUgh. I COuLdn't contAin my jUBiLaTion. HerE I'D been pLaNniNg tHe demISe of A seemiNgly ordiNary aNNoying flea, when IN reality she waS A bUYEr ANd/or FenCe of stolen jEwelRY.

Isn'T fatE FuNny? wIping The teArS FrOM my cheeks and eyes, I weNt Back to My tabLet to learn morE about my liTTLE crook. NoW thaT i kNEw what to look foR, evidEnce of her eXTracurriCular ActivitiEs and how mUCH money thEy bRouGht In, I BEGaN the long task oF SIftiNg Through Her DocumenTs.

YOu'd HavE thOuGht her neaTness wouLd MaKe ThE taSk easIEr, but you'D hAve BeEn wRong. NEAtness, As I quIcklY fOuND ouT, was mucH MoRE DiffIcUlT to nAviGaTe thaN a meSSy sYstem foR the messy SysTEm usUaLlY kept evErything in one Or Two folders Or DirEctoriES.

the neat pErson, on the other hand, had fOLder aftEr fOlder In evEry nook anD crAnny of TheIR compuTer. It wAs likE a VirTUAl EasTER eGg hUnT where you'd FINalLy thiNk You'd Found evEry egg, or folder locaTIon, Only to have anoTheR one POP oUt oF ThE WooDwORk, mAKIng you have to retHink your beLiEFs. you could spENd hOuRs scourIng for yOur egGS and nevEr find theM all. This hApPeneD TO me Dozens of tiMes. I'd thiNk I knew whERe eveRYtHing wAs oNly to fInD a nEw hidIng spoT.

 dismay. I guess I'd haveto wait un til t omo rro wmorn ingto get my answ e r.
Turning my attention b ack t om y ta r ge t, wh ich mea n tI was  l oo kin ga ther c urr ent int ernet acti vit ie s, I saw she wa s shopping  fo r some veryexp ensive  s hoe s . Ugl y s hoes,  I saw when I  got a go od look a t  them.W h o' d pa y that much for s u ch crap?

While s he sho es ho p p ed,  Iglanced ov er  heri nternet hi s t o rya nd saw she'dbeen goingt o a  lot o fjew e lry, j ewelap p rai sal, and ge m si tes. If I 'd bee n  dealin g  with a  norma l p ers on,I 'd  h ave  j u stt ho ugh t  th ey had a  j ew elryfeti s h a nd b een  onmy wa y. But Meredi th,  asI  wa s lea rning , wa snot a  norma l per so n. She was invo lved  with org ani ze d c ri me in some c apa cit y, thus  making her  a b n o rm al in nature.

I l oo k e dvery clo sely a t  t he sites sh e' d b eent o  andsawt he y all de alt wi t hth e value  o f reddi amo nds , rub i es,and mu sgravite .

Wh y  would Meredit h  be looking u p  v a l ue s  for  th ese gems? T he a n swer  cam e  t o m e  in a  mome nt of glory: she was buyi ng  stole n jew elry.

I bega n to laugh . I  couldn' t co n ta i n my jubilatio n. He re I'd bee n  plannin g the  demiseof a seem i n gly ordi nar y a nno yin g fl ea, when in r e a lity  s he wasa b uyer an d/o r f enc e o fstolen je welry.
Is n' tfa tefunny ?  Wipingth e t ea rsfromm y chee ks an d ey es ,I  we nt back to m y ta bl et  tolea rn  more  abo u t m y littl e crook.Now that  I  k new wha t to look for ,evidence o fher  extra c u rricular  activities and how muc h  moneythe y bro ught  in, I be gan  the l ong task o f sift ing t hr oug h her d o c um ent s. 

You'd ha v e  th ought  h er n eatness  would make the ta s k e asier, but yo u'd  hav e be enw ro n g.Ne a tne s s , as I quicklyfound out,  w a smuch mored iff ic ult tonavigat e tha n  a mess y systemfor the m es sy s y s tem  usually k ept ever ything in one o r  t wo fo lde rs ordi rec torie s.

Th e  ne at pe rson,on  the o therha nd, hadfolder after folder ineverynookand  cranny o f t h eir  computer . It  was likea v irt ual E ast e r egg  hun t  w her e  you' d fi n ally thin k  y ou' d fo und every e g g ,  or  fold erl ocatio n, o nly to have anoth e r one pop outof t h e  wo odw o rk,ma king you havetore t h ink your  b eliefs. You  could s pe n d hou rs sco uringfor you r eg g s andneve r f ind themall .T his hap pe ne d  to me  doz en s of t imes.I 'd t h i nk I knew whereevery t h ing w a s o nly t ofind an ew h iding spot .

 dismay._I guess_I'd have to wait_until tomorrow_morning_to get_my_answer.

Turning my attention_back to my_target, which meant I_was looking at_her_current internet activities, I saw she was shopping for some very expensive shoes. Ugly_shoes,_I saw_when_I_got a good look at_them. Who'd pay that much_for such_crap?

While she shoe shopped, I glanced over her_internet_history and saw_she'd been going to a lot of jewelry, jewel_appraisal, and gem sites. If I'd_been dealing with_a_normal_person, I'd have just_thought they had a jewelry fetish_and been on my way. But_Meredith, as I was learning, was not_a normal person. She was involved_with organized crime in some_capacity, thus_making her abnormal in nature.

I_looked very closely_at the_sites she'd been_to and saw they all dealt_with the value_of red diamonds, rubies, and musgravite.

Why_would_Meredith be looking_up_values_for these_gems? The answer_came_to me_in_a moment of glory: she was_buying_stolen jewelry.

I began to laugh. I couldn't_contain my jubilation. Here_I'd_been planning the demise_of a seemingly ordinary annoying_flea, when in reality she was_a buyer_and/or fence_of stolen jewelry.

Isn't fate funny? Wiping the tears from my cheeks_and eyes, I went back to_my tablet to learn_more about_my_little crook. Now_that_I knew_what to look for, evidence of her_extracurricular activities_and how much money they brought_in, I began the_long_task of sifting through her documents.

You'd_have thought her neatness would make_the task easier, but you'd_have_been_wrong. Neatness, as I quickly_found out, was much more difficult_to navigate than_a messy system for the messy system_usually_kept everything in one or two_folders_or directories.

The neat person, on the_other_hand,_had folder after folder in_every nook and cranny of their_computer. It was like a virtual Easter egg hunt_where you'd finally_think you'd found every egg,_or_folder_location, only to have another one pop out of the_woodwork, making_you have to_rethink your beliefs. You could spend hours scouring for your_eggs and never find them all. This_happened to me dozens of times. I'd think I knew where_everything was only to find a new hiding_spot.
