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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 47 of 307 "Now listen, no names. If you recognize the face of the man whose picture I am about to show you, then you cannot go on this one. We are about total anonymity and total secrecy. I've got to be trusted or I have no business." "Got it." He pulled the picture out of the envelope. It was one of those cheesy portraits my church uses when it takes pictures of people in positions of prominence. Perfect hair. Perfect teeth. The background reminded me of the elementary school photos we had taken of us once a year. This dude could have been any one of my people but I did not recognize him. Steve grunted, "You know him?" "Nope. But I think I know where that picture was taken." "Yeah," Steve smiled. "Is that going to interfere with you being able to do this job? Now you know why I wrote coffee drinkers preferred. Yeah, he's a member. A special member. You don't need to know who he is. If you discover who he is in the course of your work today, you must keep it secret." "So..." I needed to speak carefully. "What do you want me to do?" "Let's just say a wife has contacted me. She was going through her husband's VISA statement and found that every Friday at about three o' clock there is a charge for fifteen to twenty bucks at a Starbucks in a particularly isolated section of Prove" |