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    “You’re here because we need your help with an ongoing investigation. I believe the other agents gave you the details of what we have so far?”
    I nod. “I’ve seen the photos and heard the details,” I say. “I still don’t know what any of it has to do with me. How could I possibly help?”
    “These attacks weren’t random. They were meticulously planned with one purpose in mind.”
    “Which is?”
    “To send a message to you, Adrian Hell.”
    I stay silent, but my mind is racing. Josh stands and starts pacing around behind me. I look up at him and see the same look of concern on his face. My face betrays nothing, but this has left me speechless and confused. I’m wracking my brain trying to think of anyone who could hold this much of a grudge against me, and have the means to execute a plan of this magnitude.
    After a few seconds, I realize my approach was futile—that list is extensive to say the very least. I re-focused my attention on Agent Chambers.
    “What makes you think they’re trying to send a message to me?” I ask.
    “Each crime scene has a clue—a message—that leads to you, apparently. We haven’t had time to piece everything together since we received the phone call,” replies Chambers. “We were too busy trying to find you.”
    “What phone call?” asks Josh.
    “We received an anonymous phone call yesterday morning, which is how we knew where to find you, Adrian.”
    “Can we hear it?” I ask.
    “I don’t see why not,” she says, before looking at the mirrored wall.
    She makes a circular motion in the air with her right index finger, and a crackling sound comes on over a speaker system in the room, followed by the phone call.
    The caller’s using a device to mask the sound of their voice, so they sound very low and digitally distorted to a point.
    “This is a message for Senior Special Agent Grace Chambers of the FBI. The attacks on this city over the last two days were my doing. I wanted to get your attention. I trust I’ve succeeded? We both want the same thing, Agent Chambers. We both want Adrian Hell. I know the FBI, along with every other government agency in this country, knows who he is. I want him to suffer, and I want him to die by my hand. These attacks are for him. I’ve left a message for him at each scene—a little game for us to play. We shall see if he’s smart enough to figure out who I am. And I have many more of these messages that I’m prepared to send. If you want the attacks to stop, you will detain him for me. I’ll know when you have. Then you will stay out of my way. If you want to catch him, he’ll be coming out of your City Hall tomorrow morning. I’ll be in touch.”
    The line clicks dead. I look at Chambers, who’s staring at me, watching me with a professional curiosity as I listen to the recording. Her eyes ask a million questions of me all at once.
    I don’t know what to think. My first impression is they sound like a complete psychopath. Maybe even a serial killer. And what do they want with me? I’m not being funny, but it could any one of literally hundreds of people who would gladly see me dead, so running through my job history won’t do me any good.
    I stand up and pace around the room for a moment, trying to focus my mind. There has to be something… some detail that I’m missing that will help me.
    “Any ideas?” I ask Josh.
    He shakes his head. “It could be anyone—pretty much the entire world hates you.”
    “Only the people who know me,” I shrug, before turning to Agent Chambers. “You said there were clues at the crime scenes that lead to me?”
    “You heard the same recording we did,” she says. “We’re working on the evidence we have at the moment. This is why we wanted you here. Aside from keeping you out of the line of fire, we were hoping you’d help us find out who this person is, so we can stop him.”
    “Show me the evidence,” says Josh, sitting down in the chair I’ve been keeping warm