Chapter Eighty Three
Venessa’s pov
The ashes of my old office building were still cooling when Khalid’s private war room turned into a battlefield of digital code and raw fury.
The bomb had done exactly what the stalker wanted. It had wiped out the physical evidence in the archive room. It had burned the hard drives, the remaining envelopes, and the physical space where Thomas had operated. But the stalker had made one crucial mistake. To detonate the explosive device remotely right at that exact second, he had to send a live, high frequency signal to the receiver inside the music box.
And Khalid’s tech team had been waiting for a live signal.
"I have the bounce!" Marcus, the lead cybersecurity analyst, shouted. His fingers flew across a mechanical keyboard so fast the clicking sounde
