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Chapter 3
Chapter 3Fred Gibson, a black, burly fellow, bearing a striking resemblance to Louis Armstrong, was sitting at his desk when Mark entered the chief’s office. Fred raised his face from the keyboard and waved for Mark to sit down before opening his mouth. When he turned off the computer, he raised his gaze to his agent. “All right, Mark, I’d like you to read the summary of the case, before we get to your debriefing.” Fred handed his agent a couple of typewritten pages. “But, before I read this, could you tell me where they are, Chief?” Mark was pleading for an answer. He not only wanted to read the official report, but he also wanted to hear Fred’s take on the whole affair. “We’ve tracked them down to Australia. They’re living at the same address where Samuel was staying after his two as
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