I stared at the glowing phone screen, my thumb hovering over the blocked number. A cold chill ran down my neck, but I refused to let my hands shake. Whoever sent that message wanted me to panic. They wanted me to pack up my brushes, hide the painting in fear, and run straight to Adrian for help.I turned away from the desk, walked to the closet, and pulled out a clean white sheet. I draped it over the easel, tucking it tightly around the wooden frame until every inch of The Silk Ribbon was hidden. I was not backing down.By eight o'clock the next morning, two police officers were standing in my studio. Officer Hayes, a tall woman with sharp gray eyes and a notebook, checked the lock on my front door while her partner looked at the back window."There's no sign of a break-in, Miss john," Officer Hayes said, clicking her pen. "The door frame isn't damaged and the lock works fine. Are you completely sure you locked up before you left yesterday?""I'm positive," I said, putting two
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