Waking his friend
After a long few minutes of ringing, somebody finally picked up the phone. Ben could hear Clinton’s raspy morning voice echo through the speaker, still thick with sleep. “Ben? Do you know what time it is? It’s not even 6 o’clock yet. What is going on? And it better be a good one.” Ben apologized quickly and assured Clinton he wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t urgent. “I’ve found something insane,” he whispered, eyes glued to the crawl space.
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