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They had not seen each other for years. Not even spoken to each other during all those years. Yet he recognized the younger man standing in front of him the moment he stepped out of his car.
“Rudd Baldwin!”
“Hello Ben,” said Rudd to the man with the short, grey dreadlocks.
They fell into each other’s arms like old friends do.
“Good heavens,” said Ben. His British accent had faded but was still recognizable. “You know I’ve always wondered what would have become of you. It’s so good to see you!”
“I’m not sure if you’re still glad to see me once you know why I am here.”
Ben looked over Baldwin’s shoulder, trying to peek into his car. “You’re not alone, are you? Did you bring some of the men?”
“No. I’m not alone. And, no, I didn’t bring any of the men.”
Ben smiled. “How could I for
