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would get lunch—at their expense—and confront both of them. Then he would be free to enjoy the rest of the day. He wanted to put this craziness behind him and continue to savor the rest of his time in New Orleans.
    Exactly 30 minutes later, Jason was approached in his hotel lobby by a trim, handsome man of average height, possibly in his forties, dressed in an expensively tailored tan suit with a silky looking white shirt and a dark golden brown tie. His light brown hair , worn fashionably long, came to rest neatly past his collar. He had intense dark blue eyes and a friendly demeanor.
    “Hello, Mr. Sterling.” he said, extending his hand in greeting. Everything about him: his appearance, gracious manner and professional attitude—put Jason at ease. Exactly what you would expect from a con man . Jason kept his guard up. He completed a formal handshake but said nothing to the man.
    Jason glanced around the lobby. There was no sign of the other stranger.
    “Where is he?” Jason asked.
    James Genier appeared puzzled for a moment.
    “Oh… Mr. Augere?” He pronounced the name oh-zhair . “He left for Boston this morning.”
    Jason was surprised at his reaction to hearing that. Against his better judgment, he had wanted to get another look at him. Their meeting had been so brief, and so strange, and he was hoping to get some answers. Suddenly Jason lost what little interest he might have had for this meeting. He wanted to leave now and forget about it. The disappointment he felt surprised him and made him feel uncomfortable. This man in front of him now had some connection to that other. And Jason needed to know more. He couldn’t leave.
    “Look, I’m sure I am just wasting your time and mine. I just want to know how you have information about me.”
    “I do understand your concern,” Mr. Genier said. “Shall we sit there?” He nodded toward a table in the restaurant a few feet away. “It’s more private.”
    Jason hesitated. Maybe this was the only way he was going to get answers. As they entered the restaurant, no less than three people greeted James Genier, either by first or last name, formally or informally; they definitely knew him here.
    A waiter approached their table. “Usual seafood bisque and salad today or the shrimp remoulade this time, sir?”
    “I have a family thing at Galatoire’s later tonight, so I can’t overdo it…but I will have the shrimp beignet BLT, and you know what I like on the side. Plus a Chardonnay.”
    “Very good. And how is your wife? Feeling better I hope.”
    “Yes, thanks, Paul. Turned out to be just a sinus thing.”
    The waiter nodded.
    “And for you, sir?”
    “I’ll have exactly the same,” Jason answered him.
    “Excellent. I’ll be right back with the wine.”
    Doesn’t mean anything, A waiter could be set up to give the illusion of respectability. To put “the mark” at ease. I hope I don’t have to worry about something being slipped into my wine .
    “To answer your questions then,” Mr. Genier began. “I should first say Mr. Augere is our client; practically our only client; but he is also our business associate. My brother and I run our firm, along with other members of our family. Mr. Augere does have his own way of doing things sometimes.
    “I can assure you the job offer is legitimate, provided the applicant meets all of the extensive criteria. Mr. Augere no doubt neglected to mention that to you. We do handle many of his business concerns, but he does find it useful to retain a personal assistant.
    “Mr. Augere described you to me. He mentioned you are from Minnesota and that you might be looking for a job in the Boston area.
    “I checked online into the most recent resume postings, intending to work backward from there—and there you were: Jason Sterling, from Minnesota, with a Bachelor of Arts degree from Boston University, posting for a position in the Boston area. With that information, I had only to determine where you were staying.