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“Tell me you got something for me,” I told Picardo.
“A woman contacted me asking for a UK passport and related documents. The photos I took of her matched a face recognition of the woman you identified as Blair Marshall, though her hairstyle’s different.”
“Thank God.”
“As always, you don’t grab Marshall until after I’ve made the exchange and left. No jumping the g*n. Otherwise, word gets out that I’m selling out my clients, and I’m out of business. Or worse, previous clients decide to take care of loose ends, namely me, so that I don’t snitch on them.”
“Yeah, whatever. When’s the exchange?”
“Tomorrow afternoon in Old Town Scottsdale. At the benches on the north side of Fifth Avenue at Marshall Way.”
“You’re meeting Blair Marshall at Marshall Way?” I couldn’t help laughing. “A lit
