Silence
Saint Laurent – Flashback The last person I wanted to hear from was Claudia. I had already told her—twice—to stop calling me. Stop pulling me into her mess. Whatever game she was playing, whatever secrets she thought she had, I didn’t want to be part of it. But her voice on the phone that night was different. Urgent. Scared. “Please, Leo… it’s about Sheriff Tubman. He’s hiding something, and if it comes out, it’s going to ruin everything. I think he’s following me. Please, just come.” I should’ve ignored it. I almost did. But I knew that tone. That trembling desperation. So I went. Just to make sure she wasn’t crying wolf again. We met near the old water tower just outside Willhound. It was dark, cold, and too quiet. Claudia was pacing, arms crossed over her chest, jacket barely c
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