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“Chief Vargas, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Florian said.
On a video conference screen in the bridge, a nervous-looking police chief looked back at him from the safety of a dark room. He was a portly man with a large potbelly.
“How are those new police cars working out for you?” Florian asked.
“Good,” Ted Vargas said. “Wouldn’t mind a few more if you’ve got the money to spare.”
“A little unfortunate news,” Florian said. “I’m no longer in Non-Profit. As far as I know, the company will still support police efforts on Refugio.”
“That is unfortunate,” Vargas said. “But something tells me that’s not why you’re calling.”
Florian held up a tablet and in front of his face and read from it.
“What can you tell me about the following gentleman: Eduardo Puente, Address 56 Rockaway Tra
