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Maybe it was revenge. Maybe it was justice. Either way, the person who had tormented Elena for years was about to pay.
Three days later, the police called me in for questioning.
"Have you been extorted or had your personal safety threatened recently?" one of the officers asked, his gaze sharp.
I frowned, shaking my head. "No. Not that I know of."
They exchanged glances before continuing. "Have you noticed anything unusual? Anyone suspicious hanging around?"
I hesitated. My social circle was small—colleagues, industry contacts. I hadn't been in Blue Moon Pack long enough to make enemies. Or so I thought.
Then they showed me the surveillance footage.
The grainy black-and-white video played on a screen. Two figures loitered near my house over the past week. One of them, just this m
