"
"How!"
"During my last trip to New York, I heard about some special
services that were available."
"Special services? You mean a hit man? That wouldn't help
the evaluations."
"No. Something else, entirely. Give me a few weeks and then
follow through with what you are presented with. It may be expensive,
though. Can I count on some help in that direction?"
"No problem. You come through on this and we'll give you
all the help you want."
The others present nodded in agreement and the meeting ended.
He could hear the phone ringing in Anderson's office. Ah,
there he was. "Andy, no names, please. I'm on the office phone.
You recognize my voice?
"Yeah, sure. How they hanging?"
"Remember our conversation where you told me about the special services guy?
"Yeah."
"Can you put me in touch with him?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks, later."
He got to the appointed restaurant early and asked for
the booth reserved for Smith as he had been instructed.
It was amazing how those New York City taxi drivers knew
a hole in the wall place like this.
Soon, he was joined by a well dressed, obviously well
educated man who ordered drinks for both of them.
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