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When we got back to the guesthouse after grabbing a pizza for dinner, all of us piled into Beattie’s and my room again. This time, I set the laptop on my bed, and my three friends sat around me so they could see my screen. And as soon as I opened my new email account, I found two messages, one about each of the book inquiries I’d sent.
My initial messages had just expressed interest in each book and suggested a place and time we could meet—the café across the street from where we’d met Swagley, at 10 a.m. and 11 a.m., respectively—and offered a cash purchase at that time if the books were to my liking. I would have to work out how to get the cash, but I presumed that Weber could get me anything I needed.
The first email agreed to my terms and said they would meet me at 10 a.m. “I’ll b
