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Nice young men from good families, Chris Boyce and Daulton Lee had known each other since their days as altar boys in a decorous Los Angeles suburb. At 21, Chris, an expert falconer, got a job at TRW, the aerospace and electronics behemoth. Within a few months, after a cursory security check and at a weekly salary of $140, he was helping monitor some of the CIA's most embarrassing top secrets, including dirty tricks directed against Australia's Labor government. By this time Daulton was an important man in his own right, in his own eyes: he had established a lucrative...
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