`TARGET: THE VANCE-STERLING COMMERCIAL REPOSITORY`
`MESSAGE: “THE FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHECK WAS AN ENCRYPTED BEACON.”
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`”THE EXTRACTION IS IN MOTION.”
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`”AND THE MAN WHO PLANTED THE SYNTHETIC GAS IN ELEANOR’S CAR…”`
`”IS CURRENTLY SITTING IN YOUR LIVING ROOM IN LAKEWOOD.”
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The room seemed to lose its gravitational center in a fraction of a second.Chemistry
The blood on my shirt cuff grew cold as mountain ice.
My phone in my coat pocket began to vibrate—a frantic, continuous, violent pulse that rattled against my ribs:
*BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
*
I pulled out the phone.
The caller identifier on the glowing screen was not a corporate extension.
It was my home landline in Lakewood.
I swiped the screen.
I brought the phone to my ear.
A voice answered—smooth, cultured, terrifyingly reasonable, accompanied by the faint, background sound of my seven-year-old daughter Chloe practicing her scales on our upright piano:
*”Sebastian, my dear boy,”* the man said through the earpiece.
