She took out her bulky, gray phone and made a call. "Hello," she said. "It's me. I need information about the Director of the Secret Service, George Seferis. He has a personal problem he is unwilling to discuss." Haley heard tinny voices on the phone. "Who are you calling?" he whispered. She covered the phone with her hand. "My people in Washington." He raised his eyebrows. How many people does she have? She nodded. "Thank you. That's just what I need." She hung up and faced Seferis. "Your sister has AIDS. She's dying." He stared at her with wide eyes. Haley was also astonished. Seferis had
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