Chapter 2 · free to read
He was never inside. He didn't have to be. He just knew the door would already be unlocked when I checked it.
One supplier left. One name kept surfacing under every stopped watch in the case.
A ledger. Not of victims. Of me. Every day of my life for the past year, written before I lived it.
Every clock in the room stops ticking at once.
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