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Noonan. As soon as Robinson had a printout with Constantine‘s basic personal information in his hands: full name, physical address, and home and cell phone numbers, he was ready to face him head on. Robinson picked up the phone and dialed the number to Constantine‘s house. Constantine and Starr were in the living room, conversing, trying to hear each other out and figure out what went wrong in their relationship. The phone rang. “Just a minute, sweetheart,” he said and picked up the phone handset. “Hello.”
I missed you calling me that. It’s been so long…
“Is this Constantine Everhart?”
“Yes it is. Who am I talking to?”
“You‘re talking to Robinson Bennett.”