Agent William Klein listened intently, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck standing at attention. He knew at that instant that he discovered the Perfect Crime. Smiling, he nodded his head, and turned off the recorder. He heard enough. The Final Detail clinched it.
Grabbing the phone, his heart palpitating in his chest, he took a deep breath and dialed the number to the Home Office. "This is it, my big break," he thought, "The boys back home have to take notice of me now. Yep, pretty soon, everyone will be talking about Bill Klein and the
Perfect Crime." Lost in his reverie, he missed the instructions of the automatic greeter and waited for them to start again, adding to his anxiety, his heart pounding harder. Was it 3 or 4 that he wanted,
he wasn't sure. "Damn." Out of frustration he hits "0" and hopes for the best.
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