The massive subwoofers in the theater walls shuddered. The air pressure in the room changed. The coffee in Elias’s cup rippled like the water in Jurassic Park .
He looked at the screen, then at Elias.
Elias cut the sound. The silence that followed was ringing and heavy.
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In the darkness of the back row, Julian Vane stood up. He walked slowly down the aisle, his face unreadable in the gloom. He stopped at the console.
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