The Secret Whisperer
Leila tensed, waiting for the right moment.
He ducked into the room adjacent to Linda’s, rummaging through his coat pocket. She didn’t have much time.
Leila moved fast, slipping into the room behind him. She caught the faint scent of cheap vape and fear. His back was turned to her, and she moved like a shadow, her fingers ghosting over the jacket slung over the chair.
There it was. A card, shiny and black, tucked neatly in an inside pocket. She slipped it out, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it—the key to the Rulers’ secret meetings.
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