Elena couldn't stop staring at the two words.
*He's safe.*
*For now.*
"That's not a threat," Adrian said slowly, reading over her shoulder. "It's a warning. Someone's telling us they have him, and they're telling us on purpose, and they want us to know it could change."
"That's worse," Elena said. "A threat I could fight. This is someone playing a game where they've already decided the rules."
Carla had gone very still beside them, her earlier tears dried into something harder, more focused.
"Send it to me," she said. "The number he called from. I have contacts in Geneva who can trace it faster than any police report will move tonight."
Elena forwarded it with shaking hands.
Adrian was already pulling his own phone back to his ear, redirecting his security team, his voice dropping
