Gabriel’s eyes narrowed as he reread the message on his phone out.
“She’s not who you think she is.”
His expression didn’t change, but his mind sharpened instantly. There were no sender details, no traceable contact name just those haunting words sitting on the screen like a taunt.
He stared at them for a few seconds before pressing a button on the dashboard intercom.
“Collins,” he said, his voice low but controlled, “I want this number traced. Find out who sent the message and who sent the last one before it. Every connection, every device. Immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” Collins replied on the other end.
Gabriel ended the call and leaned back, he turned briefly and observed the car had stopped following them.
After a few minutes of silence, Andreas glanced at him through the rearview mi
