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           "Actually,"saidShadow,"Imeant,whatagencyareyouwith?CIA?FBI?"

           Stoneshookhishead."Chee.It’snotaseasyasthat,anymore,sir.Thingsjustaren’tthatsimple."

           "Theprivatesector,"saidWood,"thepublicsector.Youknow.There’salotofinterplaythesedays."

           "ButIcanassureyou,"saidStone,withanothersmileysmile,"wearethegoodguys.Areyouhungry,sir?"Hereachedintoapocketofhisjacket,pulledoutaSnickersbar."Here.Agift."

           "Thanks,"saidShadow.HeunwrappedtheSnickersbarandateit.

           "Iguessyou’dlikesomethingtodrinkwiththat.Coffee?Beer?"

           "Water,please,"saidShadow.

           Stonewalkedtothedoor,knockedonit.Hesaidsomethingtotheguardontheothersideofthedoor,whonoddedandreturnedaminutelaterwithapolystyrenecupfilledwithcoldwater.

           "CIA,"saidWood.Heshookhishead,ruefully."Thosebozos.Hey,Stone.IheardanewCIAjoke.Okay:howcanwebesuretheCIAwasn’tinvolvedintheKennedyassassination?"

           "Idon’tknow,"saidStone."Howcanwebesure?"

           "He’sdead,isn’the?"saidWood.

           Theybothlaughed.

           "Feelingbetternow,sir?"askedStone.

           "Iguess.