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“So please, darling — do it. Some of us are starving to watch her fall.”
My phone buzzed between us, cutting through the rooftop wind. Unknown number. No name. Just a photo — blurred, grainy — a teenage Leo, thinner, eyes hollow, standing beside a sign for an old hotel that should’ve been demolished years ago. And a pinned location: The Carlton Residences — 6th floor, east wing.
Layla saw the shift in my face. She drained the last of her drink, ice clinking.
“If you go,” she said, voice turning low and sharp, “you go alone. No backup. No paper trail. No whining to me if you don’t come back.”