NINE

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NINE THE PEOPLE FROM BRICTRIC looked at each other. Or rather, Bannon looked at the older man and his daughter. The Glassberg’s nodded at him, giving some kind of go-ahead to continue. To me this confirmed yet again that Debbie Feinstein was not one of them. They considered her one of us, an outsider. “Well, it’s in a private collection. It has been since the revolution. We’ve had it on our books at least as long as that,” Bannon said. As Feinstein started to say something again, Bannon lifted his hand, “It’s a private client, we can’t say where, or who. The only reason I have it out is so they can understand what we’re working with here. You know how it works, Debbie.” She shook her head and sat back in her chair, exasperated. Bannon continued. “The second big thing that really impac

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