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The call came at 9:17 a.m. Elias was standing on the shoulder of a highway ramp, his hands still slick with grease and soot. The number on the screen had no contact name, but the prefix was Washington, D.C. He stared at it for two beats, then answered. “Mr. Elias Mercer,” said a young male voice,...