Joe, my cameraman, wants to meet. He won't say why, only that he'd discovered something big about HBH. He was afraid to talk on the phone. We are going to meet at our usual place, the coffee shop. What's going on now?
I am becoming paranoid. Sometimes it feels like I am being followed. Sometimes I hear strange clicking noises on my phone. Every old car with a yellow bumper sticker seems sinister.
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