“I can’t say exactly, but I know that’s what happened. President Shi has been dead since the day that he held the press conference with you. The man behind the catastrophe that we believe is coming attacked him in his office, killed him, and assumed his identity.”

Bob shook his head.

“You realize how insane this sounds, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I do but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s true. Every word of it.”

Bob stood in deep deliberation while the others waited patiently for his verdict. A dozen seconds passed and then another. Every nerve in Tim’s body thrummed in anticipation—every synapse fired off alternating signals of hope and despair. Bob was the key to their success or failure: if he believed them and agree...

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