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JARRAH CALLS AGAIN
NSA Command Center
“It surprises me, Miss Baker,” Jarrah laughed over the phone, “how far behind you are in the game, no?”
“This is not a game, Jarrah.”
“Oh, is it not? But I am having such fun. My mood has never been lighter.”
“You’re speaking in riddles. In Spain, you said something about a voice and thunder and the command to come. What did you mean by that? What do you mean I’m behind in the game?”
“The most amusing thing is, with all your technology, you are unable to trace the source of my phone calls.”
“Yes, hysterical. Now what did you mean?”
“Did you not go to church as a child, Miss Baker? Oh, come now. Surely your grandfather took you to church.”
Jana’s lips pursed. “Listen to me, you son of a b***h—”
“I certainly was not the son of a b***h. It w
