Wrong Number
For now.
The compromise.
The pattern of their lives.
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The next threat came three days later.
Arielle was at work, reviewing contracts, when her computer flickered. Then a message appeared—not email, not chat, just text on her screen, white on black:
HE KILLED HIS SISTER. ASK HIM HOW.
She stared at it. I took a photo with her phone. Called Kael.
"Someone hacked my work computer," she said, keeping her voice low. "They know about Lena."
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