"Thank you for your time," Lindsey said, sliding the silver briefcase across the table. "I understand you're very busy."
The shaman nodded, still silent.
"This is all going to be done under the table, so to speak," Lindsey continued. "I can't risk any of this being traced back to me, I'm sure you'd understand that."
"You have made a huge risk by contacting me," the shaman told him seriously. "After I have done this, do not try again."
Lindsey nodded. "Thank you. Again."
He slid across a large envelope, stuffed full with documents.
"This is all you need."