Bob entered the restaurant knowing who he was looking for and what she looked like although he had never met her. Ah, there she is. She’s sitting where she has a good view of the room. She’s picking up on me right away.
Dobbs: Mae Brussell, I presume.
Brussell: Mr. Dobbs?
Dobbs: Yes. I wanted to meet with you about the Ramparts article on the Kennedy assassination you worked on behind the scenes with Penn Jones.
Brussell: Yes, there are a lot of potential witnesses dying. Why are you interested?
Dobbs: Penn Jones speaks very highly of your cross-indexing work on the twenty-six volumes of the Warren Commission and I’d like to help.
Brussell: I don’t know you well enough yet so I won’t let you near my files. But I welcome any new sources of information as long as they keep their distance. How does that sit with you?
Dobbs: That’s not a problem. I know some witnesses who are willing to talk very, very quietly. But they know if there is one mistake, they are dead.
Brussell: They definitely would die. I understand that.
Dobbs: I trust you do. So I will keep you in touch.
Brussell: Look who just walked in.
Bob turned around slightly in his chair but Warren Beatty wasn’t looking in their direction.
Dobbs: Do you ever get a chance to read novels?
Brussell: Oh yeah. I like Henry Miller. He lives near me up in Carmel and we’ve become friends. Have you read him?
Dobbs: Not yet, but I intend to.
