The van sat motionless in the center of a desolate field, the engine ticking as it cooled in the relentless rain. Dante sat on the floorboards, his hands stained with engine grease and dried blood, staring at the small, discarded proximity-detonator. It was a dead piece of technology, its purpose served, its battery drained. But the note—that single, taunting scrap of paper—felt heavier than any bomb.You saved the man, Dante. But you lost the woman.Dante stood, his movements stiff and mechanical, and walked to the front of the van. He needed to leave. He needed to hunt. But before he could turn the key, his flashlight beam caught something tucked deep within the side pocket of the van’s door—a thick, manila envelope, water-stained but intact. It hadn't been there when he stole the vehicle. It had been placed there, left as a parting gift, a final piece of the puzzle that was supposed to complete his ruin.His fingers, still trembling from the adrenaline of the fire, tore the seal.I
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