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April 10, 2019
Grinnell, Iowa
Orensen joined Paige and Ramsey on the front porch with a tray, three cups and a steaming pot of tea. “Thought we should have tea outside today,” the old man said with a twinkle as if everything was fine between them.
“Inside still cluttered with artifacts and religious relics gathering dust in shadowy corners?” said Ramsey, forcing a flash of irritation with his old mentor into a narrow compartment of his mind. He couldn’t afford to alienate him with pettiness. Not when he needed answers. He had to uncover Orensen’s involvement with the shrine, Adam Gwillt, the New Gnostics, and the South Africans. He cautioned himself to go lightly—the way he would with any interviewee.
Orensen laughed. “You haven’t been here since your return from New Mexico. I’m in
