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. Ed Wiedermann. The younger."
"Fine. You sent for me, Ed. I take it that means you've made some progress on my case?"
"Yes. Yes, we have." Wiedermann nodded, continued to study the file. "We've completed it successfully, in fact."
The surge that went through Xris had nothing to do with his batteries. Elation sparked, its jolt nearly stopping his heart with bright, intense pleasure. He spent a moment reveling in the triumph, then said slowly, "You mean you've found him. Rowan,"
"Dalin Rowan." Wiedermann savored the name. "We're close. Very close."
Xris shut his eyes. Emotion brought tears, burned behind the lids. His hand--his good hand, resting on his good knee---clenched into a tight fist. Nails dug into his flesh. Good flesh, warm flesh. Blood--warm blood, real blood-throbbed in his temples. A buzzing sounded; his system was warning him that it was having difficulty compensating for this sudden adrenaline rush that was unaccompanied by strenuous physical exertion. He drew in several deep breaths to try to calm himself down. "Tell me--where is he?"
"I don't think so. I've called a halt to the operation," Wiedermann said offhandedly, frowning at the file in his hands.
"You did what?" Xris couldn't believe he'd heard correctly, thought his auditory system might have shorted out.
"I spoke clearly enough." Wiedermann was testy. The green eyes narrowed
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