60 seconds. No. No. No… There had to be more time. The doctor smiled and tightened the leather strap across his chest. He couldn't breath. The phone sat lifeless.
30 seconds.
“I know. It will all be over soon.”
“A mistake. You hear?”
“Judge caught you red handed.”
10 seconds.
“There’s new evidence. You must believe me.”
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