Plaything in one's palm
His hands were shaking so violently he could barely unlock it.
The screen glowed in the darkness. A single new message, from the same encrypted number.
"Enjoy the party. Tomorrow. 10:00 AM. The small boathouse on the eastern pier. Come alone."
The words were stark, devoid of emotion. A command, not an invitation. There was no question, no room for negotiation. Come alone. The phrase echoed with sinister finality.