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Chapter 30: HE KNOWS TOO MUCH

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The glass vial felt unnaturally cold against my palm. Through its thick, industrial-grade casing, the tiny crimson tendrils continued to twist and multiply in a dark, rhythmic pulse, as though responding to the atmospheric pressure outside the ruined mill.

It was 2:00 PM, but the sky outside looked closer to midnight. I didn't lower my sidearm. My right hand remained locked around the grip, the sights lined up precisely with the center of Adrian Cross's chest.

"A heavy transport doesn't move ac
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    The glass vial felt unnaturally cold against my palm. Through its thick, industrial-grade casing, the tiny crimson tendrils continued to twist and multiply in a dark, rhythmic pulse, as though responding to the atmospheric pressure outside the ruined mill.It was 2:00 PM, but the sky outside looked closer to midnight. I didn't lower my sidearm. My right hand remained locked around the grip, the sights lined up precisely with the center of Adrian Cross's chest."A heavy transport doesn't move across county lines without passing through three different state police checkpoints," I said, my voice cutting through the steady drip of red water from the rusted corrugated roof. "The highways are still open. The city hasn't issued a single shelter-in-place order."Adrian didn't look back at me. He stood half-turned toward the wide, open loading bay, his posture relaxed on the surface, but every muscle seemed attuned to the low rumble coming from the river road."State police aren't monitoring

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