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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 22 of 307 "Thanks." I closed it. "Wow. You think you actually got them?" "There's a chance that they've moved on. More people hide than we have any idea. They could have moved on but if I had to make absolutely sure, I would start with those addresses. But I think when you call those numbers to check, you'll actually find them there." My first real job as an apprentice private investigator. I called to confirm what he had found. The people were exactly where he said they'd be. "And it's that easy. I wait a couple days so that the client does not exactly get how easy it is to do and then I get paid." I skirted so many ethical points in my own existence that it, hardly seemed fair to point out his own possible breech of ethics right then. "Let me get that coffee." "Detective drink." I smiled. "Yeah, whatever. You ever hear the one about how to keep a returned missionary from drinking all your beer?" "Yup. Bring two." "That's right. I don't get you folks." He poured the two cups and handed me one. "We don't really get ourselves, either." |