The texts came at three in the morning.My phone lit up on the nightstand, buzzing insistently. I grabbed it, still half-asleep, expecting an emergency.Instead, I found fifteen messages from Layla.vi pleasei need to talk to youeverything is falling aparthe wont answer my callsthe money is gonevi please im begging youI sat up, suddenly wide awake. Read through them again. The timestamps showed they'd come rapid-fire, one after another, over the span of ten minutes.Another one came through as I watched.i know you hate me but pleasei have nobody elsemom wont talk to me eitherplease vi just five minutesI should have deleted them. Blocked her number. Gone back to sleep. Marcus had been clear about no contact with anyone involved in the case.But something in those messages, the desperation, the panic, made me hesitate.My phone rang. Layla calling.Against my better judgment, I answered."Hello?""Vi." Her voice was wrecked. Crying. "Oh God, thank you. Thank you for answering
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