CHAPTER 58 – Burner
The clock on Imani’s wall blinked 12:37 a.m., and the four of them were still camped out in her bedroom like it was a high-stakes slumber party. Except instead of gossip and face masks, they were surrounded by piles of stolen files and the stale paranoia that came with tracking a guy who may or may not be trying to ruin all their lives. Mila sat cross-legged on Imani’s carpet, flipping through one of Jordan’s old sketchbooks, pausing every now and then to raise an eyebrow or mutter, “This guy was so self-obsessed.” Savannah leaned over a dented banker’s box stuffed with manila folders labeled in Jordan’s tidy, haunting handwriting. Insurance. Leverage. Burn Later. She muttered, “That one feels comforting,” and began leafing through the files. Lia sat on Imani’s bed, hunched over Imani’
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