Leo didn't sleep that night. He sat in his office, the lights off, the blinds cracked, watching the parking lot through the gap. The black jacket haunted him. The figure running. The feeling of being watched.
His phone buzzed at 2 AM. A text from an unknown number: “Tell Javier to quit. Or next time, it won't be a letter.”
Leo's hands shook. He typed back: “Who is this?”
No response. He called the number. It went straight to voicemail. A generic recording, no name, no identifying information.
He forwarded the text to Officer Martinez. Then he called Javier.
“Coach? It's 2 AM.”
“I know. I need you to listen carefully. Don't go anywhere alone tomorrow. Not to the bathroom. Not to the parking lot. Not anywhere.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Another text. They threatened you.”
Javier was qu
