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The card was handed to the police within the hour.

By evening, two detectives had visited the hospital, photographed the package, taken statements, and promised that every available resource would be used to locate its sender.

Jessica appreciated their efforts.

She truly did.

Yet as she watched them leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were always one step behind.

Philippe seemed to understand that.

Perhaps that was what frightened her most.

Henri remained unusually quiet after the d
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  • The Art of Jessica Jane   The Mirror

    Daisy stopped calling.At first, Jessica barely noticed.There were always meetings.Always deadlines.Always reasons to be busy.Three days passed.Then five.Then a week.Eventually, the silence became impossible to ignore.For years, Daisy had been a constant presence.A message.A phone call.A surprise coffee.Some small reminder that Jessica wasn't facing the world alone.Now there was nothing.The absence felt deliberate.Because it was.The realisation arrived on a Tuesday afternoon.Jessica was reviewing exhibition proposals when a member of staff appeared at her office door."Daisy's here."Jessica looked up immediately.Relief appeared before she could stop it."Send her in."The response came almost instantly."She said she'd wait downstairs."Something about that felt wrong.Daisy never waited downstairs.She walked in.Made coffee.Complained about paperwork.Acted as though she owned the place.Jessica stared at the doorway for several seconds.Then stood.The gallery c

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