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Chapter 116 - The Safehouse Trap

Author: Tabitha
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 22:17:22
Fifteen minutes later, the black Land Rover crested a ridge. Nico scanned the terrain with a scope. A trail of tire treads weaved through the gravel, freshly marked.

"Got you," he muttered.

---

In the Audi, Eleanor's phone buzzed. She read the message, her jaw tightening.

"We may need to change the drop point," she told the driver. "If they catch on..."

Ayra stirred again. Her lips finally moved. "Where... are we...?"

Eleanor glanced over. "Still with me, pet? You're not supposed to be."

Her tone had lost all pretense.

"You’re going somewhere nice. Somewhere they'll never find you. Think of it as... a long vacation."

Ayra tried to move her arms. The straps held.

She despaired, knowing no one was coming for her.

---

Twenty minutes later, the mountain air crackled with incoming vehicles. Nico signaled for a wide flank.

But when they reached the convoy—they found only the decoy car. Empty. Clean.

The woman inside wasn’t Ayra.

Nico stepped out, breathing hard.

"Nothing?" asked one of the
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