Shattered chain
It wasn’t perfect, but under the right lighting, it would look real enough.
Next, we set up the scene.
We dragged the mannequin to a dark corner of the warehouse, covered it with a tarp, and splattered more blood around it. Then I snapped a quick photo with my burner phone—just enough to show a lifeless, bloodied figure beneath the fabric.
Damien wouldn’t inspect it closely.
He’d see what he wanted to see.
Carter watched me work, his expression unreadable. “You’ve done this before,” he muttered.
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