Grace barely slept. The voice from the blocked number echoed in her head like a warning bell.
“They’re watching all of you.”
She lay curled in bed beside Jullian, his arm tight around her, both alert, both pretending sleep was still an option.
Every time she closed her eyes, the voice returned, gravelly, insidious, like someone standing right beside her.
By 5 a.m., she was already dressed, coffee in hand, and pulling up every flagged case file they had, her fingers moving like lightning across the keyboard. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but her instincts told her the game had just changed. Again.
At 5:22, Jullian joined her at the kitchen table, hair still damp from the shower and phone to his ear. He didn’t speak right away, just placed a hand on her lower back, a small gesture, bu
