A Hard Sell
At first, Greg shook his head. “That’s insane, Thomas. The police—” But Thomas cut him off, explaining what he had seen through the binoculars, the figure standing still, and the way the officers reacted. “They’re hiding something. I know it,” he insisted. Greg rubbed his beard, torn between reason and loyalty. Thomas pressed harder. “If anyone can help me climb it safely, it’s you. Will you come?”
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