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closely. His hair was blond and short; a buzz cut that was longer and spiked at the front. He had a determination on his face that Joseph recognized from looking at himself and long eyelashes that shadowed his eyes when he blinked. Joseph wondered momentarily what color Dale's eyes were but dismissed the thought as nothing more than a diversion. He was saving his questions for seeing this Morgan Drake guy, but he really wanted to know what Dale was to him.
    "Are you a cop?" he asked.
    "No." Short answer to a short question.
    "So, what then? Trained bodyguard? Military?"
    "Ex-Navy."
    Joseph whistled. "Long way to fall to become a rent-a-cop bodyguard."
    Dale took his eyes off the road for a few seconds, and the look he shot to Joseph was quick and impatient, his expression carved in stone and flinty hard. Joseph's cell vibrated, and he answered on the third. Dexter was in with the info as soon as the call connected.
    "Thomas Bullen has two brothers," Dexter started.
    Joseph faced the window and hunched down in his seat looking for a little privacy. "To my mind there's way too many threads passing from her to the Bullen family. And family they are in every sense of the old Mafia word."
    Dexter paused, clearly waiting for a reaction from Joseph.
    "Go on," Joseph encouraged quietly.
    "Thomas, the senator, isn't family in any overt way, but Thomas's brothers still have a tight hold of Albany business using fair means or foul. No arrests but they are often pulled in for questioning. Only there is never real proof they are involved in anything more that the family estate. They have a huge mansion in the Catskills that's fifth generation Bullen and built squarely on the foundation of Prohibition earnings. Thomas Bullen seems clean, but no one is this perfect. Especially a politician. Lots of buy-offs from the other brothers, rumors of drugs, private security, the usual."
    Joseph half turned in his seat so he was staring directly at Dale.
    "I need a location on that and whatever security footage you can get for me," he told Dexter clearly. The only indication Dale was listening was the tightening of his jaw and a quick flick of his eyes to the right.
    Dexter confirmed he would and then paused.
    "Joseph…" He clearly had something to add "Go on." Joseph looked past Dale and out his side of the vehicle as they passed the New York State Capitol.
    The building was one very familiar from his childhood; growing up in the suburbs of Albany had him travelling past the west side on many an occasion. There were always tourists taking photos and the usual messy chaos of workers and journalists milling in and amongst the visitors. Plenty of cover for Joseph to infiltrate and question the senator if need be.
    "This Sanctuary Foundation that has Morgan? They look on the surface like the good guys. Front face is some shit about helping people who need protection in situations when normal channels are not available." It sounded like Dexter was quoting from a letterhead or a glossy brochure.
    Morgan Drake was with Sanctuary? Protected by
    Sanctuary? Was it some kind of semi-military
    organization? Was Dale part of Sanctuary as well? Joseph hated private armies who felt they were above the law.
    They caused nothing but trouble. He wanted to know more.
    "Behind the marketing bullshit?" Nothing was squeaky clean, especially not off-the-record privately funded security teams.
    "They use ex-cops, ex-FBI, ex-military as protection teams, provide bodyguards, have safe houses all over the country. Still digging for more." 

    "Keep on it.
    Dexter dropped the call, and Joseph pocketed his cell before turning back to face front. They were heading out of the city, and after a few turns, they stopped outside a house very similar to the one they had just left. Detached and surrounded by a tall hedge, it was what Joseph would call no challenge at all, unless there was some sort of perimeter like the one Dale said he had tripped him up at the last place. He climbed