Richard and I spent an uncomfortable moment staring at one another. He probably wanted to ask me if I’d recognized his famous guest, but he didn’t. I wanted to ask where the U.S. Marshals that provide security and protection for the United States Secretary of State wherever he might be located, but I didn’t ask my question either.

“How about you call me and we’ll get together for a bit,” I said, trying not to give anything away.

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