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Saturday I dressed casually in blue jeans and a blue-plaid sport shirt, lightweight jacket and a Seattle Mariners cap pulled down to my eyes. Had there been any sun at all in the sky, even the peeping Tom type that shines down for a while before hiding behind the clouds, I’d have put on shades. But I feared sunglasses today would only draw more attention to me. I placed the thumb drive I’d gotten from Carrie yesterday into the inside pocket of my jacket patting the wires on my chest for reassurance. Higgie had nothing as sophisticated as the JFK coin. He promised a tried and true recorder as the most dependable, saying I was interested in results, not flair.
I instructed Farah to meet me at a corner Starbucks on Pine Street that had outside seating. Should the half-dozen small tables
