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JULY 26
Jason Shepherd managed to be an inconspicuous part of the surroundings, drawing no attention to himself. He watched Adam Mason move around furtively, constantly looking over his shoulder, like someone with a lot to hide. Of course, that observation was tempered by the fact that his clients Eric Nelson and Ian Miles acted furtively as well, and they were simply witnesses who wanted to survive being witnesses.
Jason stood about fifty feet away, near one of the many enormous columns that supported the underground garage. From where he stood, he saw Adam talking, and gesturing expressively, to an elegant-looking, grey-haired man in an expensive suit. After a time, Mason looked around him and then gave a nod. The other man promptly opened the trunk of his Mercedes and pulled
