For several seconds I can’t move.
The floodlights illuminate the open metal container in the excavation pit.
And inside it—another car.
Adrian’s car.
Marcus exhales slowly beside me. “Well. That’s… extremely illegal.”
My pulse pounds violently. “But we just pulled Adrian’s car from the river.”
Marcus nods. “Yes. So unless this is the world’s worst magic trick… we’re looking at two identical vehicles.”
Adrian’s gaze remains fixed on the excavation pit. His expression has changed. Not shock. Recognition.
My stomach twists. “Adrian.”
He doesn’t answer.
“Adrian,” I repeat more firmly.
Finally his eyes shift toward me. Something dark moves behind them. Something complicated.
“You know something,” Marcus says quietly.
Adrian exhales slowly. “Yes.”
My chest tightens. “What?”
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