The warning text sat on my phone like a splinter.
I read it one more time outside the jail, sitting in my parked car on that quiet residential street, and then I did something that would have surprised me two weeks ago. I took a screenshot, uploaded it to my secure cloud folder, and sent a copy to a personal email address I used for nothing except storing sensitive information.
Then I drove back to the city and went to work.
Fear was not something I could afford right now. Not because I was particularly brave, but because the math was simple. Whoever was behind this had already broken into my apartment, erased my evidence, and sent me two separate warnings in twenty-four hours. If they wanted to silence me completely, they had options beyond threatening texts. The fact that they were st
