Chapter Nine
Later on That Night:
Later on That Night
Agent Grace Baitz had just been dropped off by Carlisto. Immediately her feet touched the ground from the car, her phone rang. It was the Constructobot calling from Langley.
“Hello Gabe. Did you find anything?”
The Constructobot said, “Oh man. I wish I had better news for you. There has never been a single case in history with that pattern; it’s almost irregular. It looks like you’ll have to approach this thing a bit differently. I’ll keep looking but I don’t want to promise anything.”
“Oh man. I wish I had better news for you. There has never been a single case in history with that pattern; it’s almost irregular. It looks like you’ll have to approach this thing a bit differently. I’ll keep looking but I don’t want to promise any
