On the morning of July 21, I left my office in Beaumont with a black leatherette zipper bag containing a work project that I planned to complete over the weekend, just as I have done innumerable times in the past. I then proceeded to the financial institution where I conduct my personal banking activities. I made the mistake of entering the lobby carrying the bag. As I left, two or more unknown…
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