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Chapter 9Fred closed the folder. He slammed it on his desk and pressed a digit on the intercom. “Jimmy. Get Agent Gilford in my office a-sap, will you?” “Yes, sir, right away,” was Jimmy’s automatic answer. Then, “But, sir, I think he’s on leave...” “I don’t care if he’s on the moon; I want him in my office NOW!” Fred let go of the digit on the intercom and leaned back in his chair. On second thought, he called Jimmy again. “And get Mr. Badawee in here as well, as soon as he’s free.” “Yes, sir...,” Jimmy replied, thinking, he’s in one of his rotten moods again. Namlah Badawee was the first to trot in Fred’s office. “What’s up, Chief?” Namlah asked, taking a seat opposite Fred’s desk. “Your reports; that’s what’s up, Counselor. I’ve been through every one of them, and that’s old dirt a