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“He’s here,” Tim said through the door.

“What? How do you know?” Marcus asked, brushing his teeth.

Tim opened the door and stepped half-dressed into Marcus’ room. Both men were wearing pants and undershirts—their expensive silk ties and suit jackets resting on the backs of chairs in their respective rooms.

“I sensed him late last night. I had a vision, and then I felt his presence somewhere below me. I knew that he had arrived.”

“So who do you think he is? One of the speakers?”

“That’s my best guess,” Tim said, thinking of the uniformed man from his vision.

A knock at Tim’s door broke the conversation and a few minutes later they were following Bob once again down the cor...

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