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"So, what's bother you, and why only me?"
"I told you about my uncle the minister, right?"
"And I told you about his missionary work, right?"
She passed me a cup of coffee and nodded again. "This is the one whose wife died of cancer, right?"
"Fast cancer. Same with one of his daughters, and the other's fighting like hell to keep it at bay."
"I'm waiting to see how I help here."
"One of his sons is part of a contractor crew in Africa. Has been for years, subcontracting from multinationals as a trouble-shooter. His dead daughter married a prominent man in Bulgaria. His living daughter got a Federal Reserve job early and easily rose up the ranks. His other son is a major businessman in Montana, now a player in the GOP there."
"Africa, you say? When was your uncle there."
"The 1970s, when Idi Amin was the big man. My uncle was a pal of his, took photos, and got out just in time."
She smiled. "CIA?"
I nodded. "And my father found out by accident a few years after they returned Stateside, when he stumbled upon the photos. My mother knew all this time, but didn't tell me until last week. It came out of nowhere."
"Now I see. So, what can this ONI brat do for you?"
"You already know. Don't make me say it."
"Dad's been busy lately, but I'll see what I can do."