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... is mouth. Good and bad. I gripped the arms of the chair, my palms clammy, my throat dry. The broken SIM pieces still sat in my lap, mocking me, reminding me how fragile everything was. I swallowed hard. "Tell me the bad first." My voice shook, but I forced it out. Frederick’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, his jaw tight. Then he exhaled slowly, his tone calm.
"The bad news is—Nathan is already suspicious. He called back. Again and again. I had my contact check the trail, and though th ...
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