The ride back from the plaza was quieter than before. The USB and letter rested in Zulfishan’s lap like ticking time bombs. She stared outside the car window, her reflection merging with the morning fog, while Aabi’s protective gaze stayed fixed on her from the driver’s seat.
Raheel finally broke the silence. “Whoever this person is… they’re watching every move.”
Aabi clenched the steering wheel tighter. “Let them. We’re not backing down.”
Back at the house, the tension in the air was thicker than ever. Salman was already waiting. The moment Zulfishan stepped inside, he looked at the USB in her hand.
“That… looks familiar,” he said quietly.
Zulfishan narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated, then exhaled. “Azfar once showed me a similar drive. Said it contained ‘the core k
