<strong>Tyson:</strong><br/><br/>"Can't stick around, man, sorry," the delivery guy said as he collected his stylus. "On the clock, you know." He passed the box over to Tyson. The box itself was cardboard, closed with shipping tape. Whatever was inside felt solid, and wasn't shifting around. It weighed a few pounds, but wasn't unusually heavy, and one corner was rumpled, like it had fallen.<br/><br/>"Yo, my phone will work, man." The DJ passed his phone over to Tyson, some variety of hot new smartphone. As Tyson checked out his phone, he pulled out a short cable attached to his system, and plugged Tyson's phone in.<br/><br/>Finished with that, he pushed over a small stand for propping up phones, along with a small jumble of wires and a cup. You can probably prop it up somewhere decent with this, if you don't feel like playing camera man, dude."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Sun-hwa:</strong><br/><br/>There weren't any obvious candidate for the card. It had been sitting on the carpet near the front door. The only things in that area were the front door itself, and a door leading into a coat closet. The closet was empty save for an umbrella, a pair of galoshes, and a vacuum.<br/><br/>The planner had one entry for the 29th. At 6 PM, there was the name Harvey Kettridge, and a small pink heart to the left of that. The 30th had two entries, one at 10 AM , labeled Jeff Castillo, the other for 8 PM labeled simply "Folk," with a green circle to the left.<br/><br/>The 31st was blank, and the 1st only listed a 4 PM meeting with Alice.<br/><br/>All of three of the names listed were present in the other book, with phone numbers and addresses for each.