The Crimson Trail of Death
I questioned, breaking the silence that echoed.
"Wow, wow, really, how great it is to finally hear the Adrian De Santos voice. What a pleasure," a stranger's voice came through the call. I could tell it was a man, but that didn't explain who he was or why he had called.
"Who am I speaking with?" I asked again, hoping he would give me an answer this time around.
"Well, nobody special, just an ally," he stated.
"Ally?"
"Yeah. I have been thinking and searching for a while, and now I've found out who would be the perfect ally—and that's you."
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