The Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles. Two desks.
    "I'm going on coffee break, Bob, you want anything?" "No."
    He rose, carried his cup out into the corridor and turned the corner. A moment later, he came back around the corner, without the cup, returned to his desk.
    "That was quick."
    "Mm. Yeah." He laid a photo on the scanner, tapped at the keys of the computer. Found the records for the man pictured—Isaac Friedman—removed the photo, got up from the desk and turned the corner. One second later he was someone else, walking past the man returning with his coffee. He walked out of the building.

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