Nobody touched the envelope.
Not at first.
The abandoned warehouse was too quiet.
Too clean.
Someone had been here recently.
I scanned every corner with my flashlight while Hawk and Cal spread out to
secure the building.
Old wooden crates lined the walls.
Most were covered in dust.
Not all of them.
A fresh set of boot prints crossed the concrete floor towards the oak table
where the envelope waited.
Only one person.
No signs of a struggle.
No panic.
Whoever had left it had taken their time.
"They wanted us to find it," Mara said quietly.
"They wanted Eve to find it," I corrected.
She nodded.
"Yes."
Eve stood beside the table, staring at her name written in neat black letters.
Welcome back, Evelyn.
She looked at me.
"What if it's another trap?"
"It probably is."
"Th
