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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2208085" data-attributes="member: 26473">The team settles into a collective silence as the miles tick off. South on Interstate 5 toward Seattle, then I-405 south to State Route 202 east, the Acura zips along as the rain returns, the monotonous swish of the wipers pushing back the steady downpour.Exiting the highway, Hawk drives south on 228th Street, past the shopping centers of the prosperous bedroom community – Kristen and Decker note the Safeway supermarket and the Peet’s Coffee where Gold’s credit card bills indicate he was a regular customer. Turning left on SE 24th St., passing a sign reading “Beaver Lake Park – City of Sammamish,” the Acura follows the rolling drive through a well-to-do neighborhood of well-kept homes deeply ensconced among fir forest. After a few minutes Gold’s house comes into view.Set back on a lush, tree-lined lot, the home appears orderly and well-kept, built in the ubiquitous Northwest style. There is no sign of activity around the house – in fact, aside from a few passing cars and a cyclist in rain-gear, the street is quiet.</blockquote>