One of Seamus’s men, whom she had previously pegged as Hispanic, scooted closer, plugged in a pair of large, expensive-looking headphones, and leaned forward to listen. After a few moments, he began to rattle off sentence fragments in English: "It’s like I said before ... honest to God... I’ll tell you anything you want to hear, you know this now ... but you want the truth, don’t you? The truth is we didn’t see him. Didn’t hear anything until a few days ago. Then we got word ... send out emails, you know. They could be anything, just random."