The Morning the Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing
At 6:12 on a gray February morning, Adrian Whitaker was already sitting in his car outside his office building in Tacoma, Washington. The engine hummed quietly beneath him while a thin layer of frost clung to the windshield. He adjusted his tie in the rearview mirror and glanced at the long list of tasks …
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