“YOU’RE the guy that writes that blog?” She said. “Didn’t you say the clue-writer was an idiot?”

I didn’t exactly expect to find a reader. Especially one crawling around the same, predictable monolith I was.

“Yeah . . . About that,” I said. “Either I am an idiot, or that loot has evaded 3,500 hypervigilants in the last two days.” I actually said something more like “maybe I’m the idiot,” but I think my pith in the latter carries the implied meaning of the former.