Beringer continued to stare at the imaginary display. Brett also looked around like a lost child in a toy store. But, when Baringer reached out and tried to touch what was in front of him, the entire scene shrank back into the ground.
Beringer looked at Tom, his mouth open and his eyes wide. “Who are you? How did you do that? You certainly don’t seem like the man who left that arrogant and obnoxious message last night.”
“I’m not that man, Mr. Beringer,” Tom said. “That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. I never called and I never left a message. But I’m curious to know exactly what that message said and who would have left it? I can’t even imagine what type of message would have so many people in an uproar like this.”
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