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My phone buzzed. It was a message from Tag.
Tag:
Ran the old floor plan like you asked. One section was sealed off. No entry on the official records. No photos either.
But Aponi—
That wing was used by a nonprofit before the fire. “Youth Renewal.” Funded through a shell account.
Smells off. Want me to keep digging?
I stared at the name.
Youth Renewal.
I’d never heard of it.
But I knew a cover when I saw one.
I texted him back.
Me:
Yes. And run Caleb’s offshore accounts again. If that girl sawanything, it’s tied to money.
I walked around the back, my boots crunching over gravel, and stopped at the edge of the last wall that hadn’t been rebuilt. It was cracked and weather-worn, with graffiti scrawled across the concrete.
But one phrase caught my eye.
Spray-painted in red. Faded. But still legible.
“I saw what you did.”
My breath caught.
It wasn’t a tag.
It was amessage.
Someone had survived.
Someone still remembered.
And maybe… someone was still out there.
I snapped a picture and backed away slowly, suddenly aware of how alone I was.
Then I felt it.
That sensation—like eyes on me. Watching.
I turned.
No one.
But my hand moved instinctively to the Glock at my side.
I didn’t come this far to die now.
