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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 111 of 307 I figured he wouldn't get them until the morning but my phone rang within five minutes. "Hey." "Where are you?" He grunted. "The Pot Of Gold Casino. I've been here all day. I think I want to die." "Listen, you did good work. One thing I have to give you cagey people is that you are hard workers. You found her." I decided to ignore his slur against the fine people of the Church That Shall Not Be Named. "You were the one who sent me here." "Listen, it's not over. We need to get her address. Do not talk to her. My contact says that's definitely her but I need to get her address. You've got to follow her home to where she lives. If I can find out her mailing address I can get everything else we need from my end." "I thought you just needed to know where she was." "Nephi, everything is more complicated than it seems. Follow her home. Obviously, don't get spotted. Oh, and how about this, nice shirt. Those are cute seals." I heard the Buddha of Oaxaca gasp, "Es diablo, Nephi. Correle." I looked at the ubiquitous black bulbs in the ceiling, each one contained a camera. "You hacked their surveillance server?" |