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“Why do you need me?”
“Because while it’s true that I can find anybody, I have to know who I'm actually looking for to begin.”
Jacob seems to ruminate over the matter for some seconds, stroking his chin in an exagerrated show of critial thinking. “Alright," he finally says, "here he is.”
He types on the table's virtual keyboard and immediately, the portrait photograph of a white, grey-haired man who seem to have almost reached seventy years of age pops up. “This is the most recent photograph I can find of Joseph."
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