I stopped walking.
Read it again.
I have copies, Mara.
Everywhere.
My hand tightened around the USB drive.
The drive Victor gave up too easily.
Too easily.
I turned around and looked at the lighthouse.
Something wasn't right.
I called Lena.
She picked up on the second ring.
"I'm processing Victor," she said. "What's wrong?"
"Someone just texted me," I said. "Unknown number. They said they have copies."
Silence.
"Of what?" Lena said.
"Everything," I said. "Whatever was on that drive."
Lena swore quietly.
"Could be a bluff."
"Victor gave up the drive too fast," I said. "He didn't fight. He just handed it over."
Another silence. Longer.
"Because he knew it didn't matter," Lena said.
"Because the real copy is somewhere else," I said.
I heard Lena moving. Fast footsteps. A
