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So, Blok Novak was meeting with a Texan oil baron. What did that mean? How did it fit with our case? Did it fit with our case? Mack and her team were busy digging through his life, but I still posed the question to James when we caught up ten minutes later. He was in the Situation Room at the White House while I was on a secure line in a soundproof room on the ground floor of Skywater House, a room I’d carefully swept for bugs before we started the conversation. Just in case. One never could be too careful.
“Joseph Deaver?” I couldn’t see James’s face, but I didn’t miss the scowl in his voice. “He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.”
“In what way?”
“Climate 2050 is a cornerstone of my agenda, and Deaver and his buddies in the fossil fuel industry are trying to derail it at every turn.
