The Perfect Revenge
“Who?”
Her bottom lips trembled. “Ed. His tracker’s dead. Phone, too. It’s like he… vanished or something.”
My cousin. My anchor. My last piece of family. Gone.
Before I could speak, Taylor’s laptop screen flared to life. A live feed played across her laptop screen.
And there he was.
Ed.
Tied to a chair, wrists bound so tight the skin was raw. His face was swollen, one eye nearly shut, blood trickling from his split lip. His chest rose and fell hard, every breath forced, defiant.
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