CHAPTER 23Roger LaMott used his right thumb and forefinger to mimic the shape of a g*n and placed it next to his right temple. “Even if you took out your g*n and held it to my head, you couldn’t make me say that the anonymous donors are not real. Why is it so hard to believe that a wealthy philanthropist would be willing to give away substantial gifts without wanting the whole world to know about it?”
Kari, a little unnerved by his gesture, waved her hand in a downward motion, and he removed the imaginary weapon from his head. “Let me be clear,” she said, “I’m not trying to make you say anything you don’t believe.”
“I was just making a point,” said LaMott. “That’s how much I believe in the Foundation for New Visions in Giving and Cuddy Mullins. I would bet my life on him.”
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