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Walter, They gathered at the Space Needle again last night. First Thursday of the month. Must be their day. Same story with the security guards. "Closed for a private party." There's no record in any of the Space Needle publications that say you can rent it out for functions or that it's closed on the first Thursday of every month. Odd, no? Regardless, that's where they meet. I'm putting together a full crew on the Needle. This leaves me short in other areas though. If you really want this done right, I'm gonna need more men. And if we get more men, we'll need better cover. The DWP is just so big. It'll look strange that it suddenly doubled its employees. I think we ID'd Charlotte last night. I've got Jenkins on her. She's really pressing me for answers, Walt. I told her we were investigating the Masons. She didn't buy it, but she did shut-up. She'll figure it out soon, though. Hell, she's your niece, man. She has your knack for getting the truth out of people. If you don't give me a better cover soon, I'm telling her.
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