The CleanSweep Conspiracy Page 34
Matt’s hand tightened on the phone as he listened.
“Something was bothering me. It was the watch. I looked carefully; it wasn’t Claussen’s watch. I don’t know how he arranged it, but that wasn’t him. The bastard’s pulled a smooth one, I tell you. He’s not dead!”
When Matt disconnected the call, he sat staring at something only he could see for a few minutes.
Finally, he began to type a message to Cyberia.
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