150Alex.The morning sunlight came in weakly through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor, but I barely noticed it. My mind had been running ahead of me all night, plotting, calculating, imagining possibilities I wasn’t sure I wanted to consider. Even in my own house, I felt exposed, as if the walls themselves couldn’t protect us.Marcus, my PI, had been pacing the study for over an hour when I entered, tablet in hand. Every line of his face was tense, and I could feel his gaze on me, silent but heavy.“Alex,” he began, stopping mid-step, “I’ve been analyzing everything we know so far. Whoever is behind this isn’t acting randomly. They have access to information that isn’t public. That’s point one. And point two—” He tapped the screen, illuminating a series of notes, diagrams, and timelines. “Someone inside your circle is feeding them information, or at least someone very close to it.”The thought didn’t shock me. My mind immediately went to Dane. The man had always been at
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