“They cracked it!” Dante yells.
I jump up like a kid at Christmas and run into his office.
“What did they find?” I ask anxiously.
“I haven’t listened to it yet, silly,” Dante says wryly. “That’s why I called you in here. Ready?”
I nod my head. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this excited and nervous at the same time.
Dante clicks a button on his computer and static fills the room. A few seconds later, we’re able to make out some muffled voices.
Dante clicks on the audio, skipping ahead.
“Romeo said the important dialogue starts 4 minutes in,” Dante says.
He releases the cursor and I hold my breath. A familiar voice emanates from the computer.
“Is that —”
“Shh.”
I close my mouth and listen to the eerily familiar voice talking to a voice I don’t recognize.
“So, do we hav
