Evelyn’s POVMy grip tightened around the phone. For several seconds, I couldn’t speak, breathe, or even think. The room seemed to tilt beneath me.“What?” The word came out as a whisper.Detective Harris sighed, “I was afraid you didn’t know.”My heart pounded violently, “Tell me everything.”The detective was silent for a moment before speaking.“Not over the phone.”My stomach twisted with anxiety, “Then where?”“I’ll text you an address.”I immediately shook my head, “No.”The detective paused, “No? You don't want us to meet?”“You said my life is in danger. The people responsible know you’re investigating them. If they’re watching you, they could be watching wherever we meet,” I explained. He chuckled softly, “You’re smarter than I expected.”“I’ll send a location. You choose somewhere else if you don't like it,” I said. “Fair enough,” he agreed, and the call ended. A few minutes later, I sent him an address. It was one of my father’s old properties that sat on the outskirts of
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