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Peter
I reread the email from the hackers for the third time, all the while compulsively checking the clock on my phone. Three hours ago, I called Yan to share what I’ve learned, but he didn’t pick up. I left him a voicemail to call me back, then texted and emailed him for good measure before doing the same with his brother.
Neither twin has gotten back to me yet—and neither has Anton.
I check the clock again. It’s 11:33 p.m.—only two minutes later than the last time I looked. Sara is asleep next to me, her chestnut waves spread over my pillow, and as much as I want to join her in peaceful slumber, I can’t bring myself to close my eyes.
My instincts are on high alert again.
Careful not to wake Sara, I push up to a sitting position and swing my legs to the floor. Slowly and careful
