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Baker sat motionless, her mouth hanging open, almost not wanting to believe what she had just heard. It would have been like staring at the series of numbers on a winning lottery ticket, reading them over and over. The men were wrapping up their conversation and would soon split up. She had to act. The question was, which one should she follow? The initial assignment was to follow Waseem Jarrah, but that was before the quiet game of intramural flag football turned into the Super Bowl. They would both be considered targets of the highest priority.
Her hand dashed into the bag to grab her phone. “This would be so much quicker with a radio.” But she knew that typical one-man stakeout assignments had no need for instant communications.
On the other end of the line, a male voice answered,
