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DEELEY’D BEEN SITTING in silence next to me, quietly waiting for the shoe to drop, looking at the photos, nodding where he should, drinking my water.
He now spoke.
“Tom, do you know what we do?” He addressed Bannon at the head of the table, but included the others across the table from us.
“I’d like to know who you are for sure,” Debbie Feinstein said. I still struggled to place her accent. Upstate New York maybe?
Bannon said, glancing at Feinstein, “Arnold said that you could find anything. You find people.”
“Yes. We find people. We are very good at finding people that do not want to be found. We hunt them, I guess you can say. But generally, we’re not in the business of playing Indiana Jones, going after items we don’t really know much about. We find folks that’re running from
