As Crawford explains to his boss, Norm Rutledge: “We got Chinese, we got Iranians, we got not one but two Indian chiefs. We got car salesmen, we got real-estate developers, we got accountants, we got ex-girlfriends, we got executive assistants, we got mafiosi, we got Triads—” he glanced back at Ott—“I leave anybody out, Mort?”
“You forgot the chick whose dog got hung from the garage door.”
Rutledge’s face morphed into a bewildered frown. “Jesus?”
"No,” Ott said, stone-faced. “He didn’t make the list.”