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"Wait, I don't get it," Kevin said, as he took his seat opposite Philip at Cafe La Veranda. It had been a week since they last met, and there were several questions Kevin had wanted to ask.
"Wait, I don't get it," Kevin said, as he took his seat opposite Philip at Cafe La Veranda. It had been a week since they last met, and there were several questions Kevin had wanted to ask.
"Hold on," Philip said, as he turned aside to the waitress. "Two cups of cappuccino. A blueberry muffin for me. Two croissants for him. Right?" He looked at Kevin.
Over the course of half a dozen meetings, they had become cordial friends, to say the least. Meeting at the Cafe had turned into a small tradition, one which they kept without fail.
"Yah, as I was saying. I couldn't understand something. Why would these six men - what do they call themselves? -"
"The Kidnappers Private Limited," Philip replied.
"Ah, yes, the Kidnappers. Why did they set up such an elaborate plan to kidnap Herb Seigler? Why not just kidnap him?"
