The emergency response team swept through the Connecticut house with military precision, but I already knew they wouldn't find anything. Damian's message had been delivered, and he was long gone, probably watching our panic from some remote vantage point that provided excellent entertainment value.
Marcus arrived by helicopter within forty minutes, his usual calm demeanor replaced by the grim efficiency of someone whose professional reputation was on the line. He studied the note pinned to Eddie's onesie with the focused attention of a forensics expert.
“Military-grade paper, standard office pen, no fingerprints or DNA traces visible to the naked eye,” he reported after a preliminary examination. “Whoever did this knew exactly how to avoid leaving evidence.”
“How did they get in?” Elean
