Second Chance, Final Draft
I called Samuel over and handed him the manuscript in person.
When he finished reading, he just sat there, still processing.
"All the twists, the psychological traps, the way the opponent gets played into the ground… Damn, that was satisfying! I never saw it coming, that the writer leaked his own manuscript just to lure the killer out."
Then his expression shifted. He leaned in, lowering his voice.
"Kobi, be honest with me. Was your last book leak actually something you planned?"
I let out a dry laugh. "This isn't a novel. I didn't plan anything. I really have no idea how it got stolen."
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