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By late afternoon, introductions had been made, and Winnie and Benjamin set up a video call.
Despite his stress and his obvious lack of sleep, Dr. Benjamin Rook appeared to be a handsome man, in a rugged, outdoorsy way. Winnie knew from her research that he was fifty-four, and that he lived and worked at 11,200 feet in the mountains of Colorado, outside a small town called Worster Bend.
He wore a wool cap over his shaggy brown and gray hair. His beard, a mix of those same colors, looked nicely groomed, maybe for the conference in Frankfurt.
Winnie’s skill at seeing auras never translated very well through a computer screen. But she knew kindness and decency when she saw it, and Benjamin Rook’s face looked kind and decent. His troubled brown eyes gazed into the screen with such agony
