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Surveillance
David’s stomach churned and gurgled as his sweaty brow ignored the hissing AC unit above. With jittery fingers, he tapped the desk phone and dialed a number which clicked after half a ring.“Jennifer, come in here please,” he ended the speaker call while she was mid-sentence. Not even ten seconds passed before a giggling Jennifer burst through the door like a ball of fire. Her thick, curly red hair bounced as she stopped abruptly in the door-way; some of it fell over her freckled face. An...
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