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CHAPTER 110: The Phone Call
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2026-11-05 22:39:33
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Raymond was at the farmhouse when Claire called. He had been standing in the dark garden for twenty minutes, looking at the ground where the clinic frame rose against the sky in skeletal outlines. Beams and boards and tarps. The shape of a building waiting for walls.After the call, he sat on the bench under the apple tree and looked at the stars that had broken through the clouds. The air smelled like cold earth and wood and the faint sweetness of the last apples still clinging to the branches above him.Margaret had called Claire. She was alive. She had a phone. She had a location. And she had told Claire to stop looking.Raymond pulled out his own phone and called Benjamin."I need you to trace a call. It came to Claire's phone within the last fifteen minutes. Unknown number. No caller ID.""I'll pull her carrier records in the morning.""Not the morning. Now.""Raymond, carrier records require a formal request.""The criminal division has a standing order for all communications re
Sorry Nephew... She Wears My Ring Now CHAPTER 110: The Phone Call
Claire was in the apartment at midnight, sitting at the kitchen table with the notebooks spread in front of her. William had gone home. Raymond was at the farmhouse. Sandra was wherever Sandra went when the world pressed too hard. Benjamin was guarding evidence at his apartment. Dorinda was in custody. Diana was in custody. Emmanuel was in custody.And Margaret was somewhere.Claire looked at the brass key on the table. She picked it up and turned it between her fingers. The teeth were cut in a pattern that was not standard. Custom made. One of a kind. Her mother had designed the lock the same way she designed buildings. With precision. With intention. With the understanding that the person who opened it would need to want it badly enough to carry the key across thirty years.Her phone rang.Unknown number. No caller ID. No location. Just a number she had never seen.She picked it up."Hello?"Silence. Not dead air. Breathing. The sound of someone on the other end of the line deciding
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