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Jackson, MS
December 22nd, 2008
Kilmore picked up the phone and shouldered it to his ear as his hands danced over his keyboard. Slowly, his eyes widened and his fingers died down.
“I’m sorry, that’s not possible – ” He motioned to Sarah Phillips.
Her heels clicked as she walked over. “What is it?”
Kilmore held the covered the mouthpiece with his hand. “There’s an unknown number who just called and says he wants to be put live onscreen.”
She frowned. “Give me the phone.”
Her eyes narrowed, then widened, as the distorted voice leaked through the speaker. She nodded to Kilmore, who flicked a switch on his desk.
All activity in the office stopped. The filtered voice wavered out of the speakers for everyone to hear.
“Finally.”