Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 25 Caitlin had dark eyes, and neatly cut shoulder length hair, which he guessed was bottle blonde. She had a long face, with high cheekbones, which put him in mind of Joni Mitchell, and she appeared slightly nervous. Although not in the manner of a fanatic. Having met several, he knew the difference. "Because I sent something else with the letter." Caitlin said. Slipping a hand into the back pocket of her dark blue jeans she produced a colour snapshot of the tiny brass leprechaun. "Do you recognise it, Mr Rainbow?" "Okay. I'm listening." "Not to me." The assertion was accompanied by a quick, but warm smile. "At least not yet. If I told you what I know right now, you wouldn't take me seriously." "Then why did you ask me here?" "In order to pass on the name of someone who can show you what y ...
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