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John Stone’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, and he pulled it out. He looked at the screen and immediately recognized the caller.
“Are you kidding me?” he said before answering. “This is Stone.”
On the other end of the line, Special Agent Jana Baker said, “You know damn well who’s calling, Johnny.”
Stone grinned. “Hello, babe.”
“When are you going to stop calling me that?”
“Dammit, Jana. Why are you always so hostile? I apologized already, many times, in fact. If you’re going to talk to me like this, why are you calling?”
“Kind of over-reacting, aren’t we?”
Stone rubbed his temples and let out a long exhale. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snap at you. I guess I’m a little on edge lately.”
“Are you working?” she asked.
“No.”
“Well, that’s your problem. You were never much for si
