ANTHONY’S POVThe alarm stopped as abruptly as it began, but the silence it left behind felt louder than the siren itself.Outside, the compound had turned into motion—boots on gravel, radios crackling, flashlights slicing through hedges and palm fronds. “South fence, check the drainage line,” I barked as I strode across the lawn. “Two on the east wall. I want eyes on the road, now.”“Copy,” someone replied, breathless. A gate clicked. Another voice called, “No visual!”The floodlights washed the garden in harsh white. I moved faster, scanning the usual blind spots: the storage shed, the garden arch, the narrow strip between the hedge and the wall.Nothing.But that wasn’t a relief. I crouched near the edge of the lawn where the grass met gravel. One of the guards, Malik, hovered beside me.“Here,” he said quietly.A faint scuff mark. The gravel had been disturbed in a single direction, like someone had planted their foot hard and pivoted.“Did anyone see them?” I asked.“No, sir. T
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