The phone rang at 3:47 AM.
Ethan's eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the silence like a blade. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand, his heart already pounding.
Unknown number.
He answered. "Hello?"
"Ethan Cole." The voice was calm. Controlled. Male. "I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I know you think the fight is over."
Ethan sat up. "Who is this?"
"A friend of your father's. An old friend. He told me everything before he disappeared. The conspiracy. The lies. The truth."
Ethan's blood ran cold. "My father is in prison."
"Your father is dead. He died two hours ago. Heart attack."
Ethan's grip tightened on the phone. "That's not possible. I just talked to him."
"People die, Ethan. Even the ones we love."
The line went dead.
Ethan stared at the phone. H
